http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/03/20/tea-party-protests-nier-f_n_507116.html

Seriously. And the blood should rest on this groups collective hands. One of these “get-togethers” will end up bloody, because:
A. The people involved with the tea-party movement are ignorant bigots who are asking for it, and
B. Because no one expects it to get this out of hand.

But, it will.

I’d suggest sane-minded individuals take it upon themselves to kick a Tea Bagger in the bean bag whenever you encounter one. If you can’t shut ‘em up, maybe you can help prevent them from spreading their genetic code.

Oh, snaps! Its a PoisonCast, y’all. $trick9 & Duke are back on the block and the Des Moines Social Club’s Marnie Strate stops by to tell us what’s really good. Also, we got a hot, new track from the Baberhood!

Here’s what I’ve accomplished thus far today. Drums tracked. Bass tracked, rhythm guitars done. Tomorrow, I’m looking at vocals and guitar leads. (Also, prolly some more BBQ.) Then, a mix and I should be ready to release it. If its good, and it will be, I may do a video for it.

Ready for day 2.

Hi,i really like your vid “Big Mac Attack!” and i would like to have the lyrics… i couldnt find em at the internet,so i made my own…but in cause of my bad english there are many many mistakes…plz…really plz correct em!
PS: i voted your vid with 5*^^

we make fat cash for fuck your fat ass
its big mac is back and hes attacking the masters
with mass of the mout to seggurate the fat to sandwiches
big mac big mac
i scrimbled to the ryhm right grimace (ding dong)
kick down the door open wild its a mac attack bitches
b i g to the m a c and mc what a recipie check it to
all beef pannis special sauce that is cheese
pickels onions on the ses me see bong
that bolge in my ass see my bonge as my wather wears a tanga
wet you wonder in ja morder and a number one
no wineline i got a nine in my pocket with loge fries
its suicied waitin for you from both sides
eh yo sides who gig did it full fig it in both dies
crinnin a big mac with bolgen eyes
how me just cuz i
put a little wabbel in the estrab
wabbel wabbel will between you and i
lil shorty when u gabble my dick rais
ronald mc donalds got a thank for the big dais
gimme the bonce yes the cash the special sauce
stripping of the hamburger patty stack holding ur hand
its like grabbing a fist full of fat ass
or erbeg the fat cash
eyyo i gets dusted as well the bong we’d musted
ketchup cheese and the senonjence
thats wan brem bolojo yo stay joung like elives senon
like moma cass present and halfting big bonn still ya
come sit under the golden notches yo
you live a die you do we got payed bre godless so offices
how payed gold with the crockets from ur dead ploding cockesses
but u keep coming back so we surfing ya
parly seggurate the fattin pur surf it is
well look should dead beadis is a murderer
to say the word i go get the hamburgerler
we make fat cash for fuck your fat ass
its big mac is back and hes attacking the masters
with mass of the mout to seggurate the fat to sandwiches
big mac big mac
who wants beef – best believe we believe in dead bodies
and heats in this motherfucking streets
and puddels are grades instead of cheese
the desert ease making mcs freeze
like the shamrock shaking machines
making these customers bust out of their jeanes
we complease instead of sees old beas si dee noni de panic
just cuz strettin to the citys like an epedemic
forget about it and never listen and this is polemic
drick it down but academics (eh ehm) check it
i break it down bout the numbers the joungers
keep betch he by a humangers trible fungers
and happy meals happen to be the crap they feel
like packing in our backpacks and thats for real
making deeze loose kids while clowns and cartoons
now were coming with raptoons theyre after you
we make fat cash for fuck your fat ass
its big mac is back and hes attacking the masters
with mass of the mout to seggurate the fat to sandwiches
big mac big mac big mac
and thats how it goes down – come inside step n’ in line
you get surfed like the millions befo
you begatten all night right willen to fo
what does that mean i dright know – what

Dead Horse Trauma Promo.

For example, I got a supped-up iPhone a few months ago. I really thought it was going to be some sort of spiritual experience. As it turns out, I could care less about being that connected. The Dukeberry was bad enough, but I found myself less and less interested with the entire micro-screen connectivity experience.

For me, a phone is a phone. I value the clarity of the call and the ability for the phone to hold the call even if I roll under a canopy of trees.

So, I’m sitting here on the fence. Do I retrograde back to my old RAZR, or do I keep suffering along with the iPhone, dropping calls and letting unused data plan bites chip away at me for the next unforeseen future?

Worst case scenario, you’ll see a sweet iPhone hitting Craigslist with all the goodies for a bargain basement price.

Apparently trooper Michael Current shot a neighbors dog after work.

1. Why does anyone let cops take their damn guns home?
2. Who shoots a dog? Really!

I think it would be better to shoot a trooper than a dog. But, that’s just me. And I figure, you only shoot something that can shoot back.

BTW, I got caught in the middle of that bank robbery absurdity that went down today. The feeling of being in the midst of a half dozen idiots drawing guns is a helluva rush. Seriously, who gives these people guns. The sight of 5 of the black and blue chasing a fat, border-line-homeless guy down was well worth the potential of catching a stray slug in the chest. Good day to wear a vest, I’d say. Good day.