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March 30, 2005
this is what you missed...
if you weren't at the Moxtopia compound for Easter.
Posted by Moxie at 4:41 PM | Comments (25)
March 29, 2005
carbon copy THIS, liberals
My unofficial Rabbi, Aaron the Rantblogger is back wearing new virtual swag!
Be sure to stop by at his new and easier to remember URL.
Mazel Tov, Aaron!
Posted by Moxie at 2:19 PM | Comments (1)
March 28, 2005
I guess communism might be appealing if...
you are driving a rusty old Honda Civic.
Or maybe he just wants the right to drive my Porsche whenever it suits him.
Posted by Moxie at 2:20 PM | Comments (12)
March 25, 2005
good friday
It seems like the end is near for Terri Schiavo. Terri was a devote Catholic and today is Good Friday.
Back in the day when I wore knee socks and a plaid skirt to school, we were told to fast the entire day. It was done because Jesus H. Christ was starved on Good Friday or given only vinegar on a sponge or some such torture. We were supposed to fast in order to experience a small fraction of what he felt that day.
As Americans grew fatter, this tradition was eventually replaced with, "don't eat meat and have small meals."
I've skipped breakfast and lunch today -- and not because I'm religious -- rather because I'm so angry that our judicial system is advocating murder, the least I can do is suffer along with Terri. If even for part of a day.
I encourage anyone, especially the liberals who are so hell-bent on killing this woman to skip a snack, and go hungry for a few hours. It'll be good for you.
***
Lots of people have been writing me saying, "I wouldn't want to live like Terri...would you?" Truth be told I would not.
But not because she can't feed herself. I would rather not be unable to divorce an adulturous husband who is unabashedly trying to kill me, all while he still finds time to procreate with some bimbo and make a "real" life for himself.
This explains how Michael Schiavo interpreted the "in sickness and in health" part of his marriage vows.
So NO, I would not want to be in Terri's place.
What strikes me most, with the divorce rate in this country and all the horrible stories you hear about men killing their wives -- why in the world would we place life or death decisions in the filthy hands of a person's cheating spouse?
Posted by Moxie at 1:38 PM | Comments (54)
March 24, 2005
photoblogging LA
Posted by Moxie at 5:38 PM | Comments (13)
March 23, 2005
answer this....
I've asked this question to a few people -- no one has had an answer. Perhaps one of my omniscient libzilla trolls has the answer.
So, if a feeding tube is considered "life support" and ordered removed and if what I've read is true -- Terri is capable of eating if someone feeds her -- why aren't her parents allowed to provide their daughter with sustenance?
To me this implies that the idea is not to remove "life support" but rather to outright murder her.
Anyone?
Posted by Moxie at 9:06 PM | Comments (61)
March 22, 2005
more on Terri
It's a sad day indeed when a woman is arrested for trying to give a woman dying of thirst a bottle of water.
via Drudge, pics only -- no story link yet and I'm too lazy to look for one.
Meanwhile, Michael Schiavo and his other wife have big glasses of bottled water (with ice) while enjoying some filet mignon and the thought that Terri (his so-called wife) is dying of hunger and thirst. That's what she wanted, ya know?!
Posted by Moxie at 1:02 PM | Comments (64)
March 18, 2005
liberal logic is no logic at all
Why do even my rightish-leaning friends make me feel like a complete jackhole for being on Terri Schiavo's parent's side?
Scott Peterson will face (eventually) a sterile, painless death after brutally murdering his wife and son Connor.
On the other hand, Terri Schiavo -- who is guilty of nothing other than having poor health -- will have to starve to death so her cheating husband can collect her insurance payout and get remarried. John Kerry, take note -- Ter RAZE ah will eventually require replacement with a younger, thinner, richer model.
This all makes sense, right? Convicted felon gets nice happy death and unhealthy innocent woman gets to waste away over the course of two weeks.
Skip ALL your meals, and forego water for a week. Then report back to tell us how you feel. Better yet imagine not being able to tell anyone that you are fucking starving and dehydrated.
This is completely humane and normal to a Liberal.
Keep in mind gentle VRWC readers, these are the same libzillas who would become certifiable if a cat or dog was intentionally starved to death. How can you kill Fluffy? You beast. You have no heart, you must be a Republican!
These same liberals would flip out if Oliver Willis was denied his standard 10 Big Macs for lunch, "you are killing him" or god forbid, Maureen Dowd had to go without her 2 water crackers, sip of green tea and lunchtime botox appointment. How can we expect her to continue to be a brain dead NYT columnist if she doesn't get her sustenance?
It bears repeating – in Libtopia chickens, cows and felons have more rights than a typical adult. Or baby for that matter.
It's not that I blame the liberals for being anti-life -- look at how they live. If only we could make all of them move to France, this would be a truly great country.
Posted by Moxie at 1:29 AM | Comments (56)
March 15, 2005
hunger management 101
Heating up frozen coconut shrimp takes exactly the fifteen minutes prescribed on the box -- but ONLY when you are not that hungry.
If hungry, or desperately hungry, increase cooking time by 10 minutes incrementally based upon how eager you are to put food in your mouth.
Posted by Moxie at 11:47 PM | Comments (7)
all I will say on the matter...
If only Michael Jackson would use the very clever Sandy Berger defense:
"My hand inadvertently flew into the child's pants, your Honor!"
Speaking of which, whatever happened to Sandy Berger? Anyone?
Posted by Moxie at 2:59 PM | Comments (13)
March 13, 2005
vast unwashed footwear
Just found this bookmark on my browser and much to my shock and delight I recalled this here website exists.
A virtual red place in a blue state where I can spout Republican hate, censor the poor little libzillas, cheer for war, and generally be a hypocritical conservative.
All before I do a line of coke off Karl Rove's ass.
Some tell me I've also endorsed destroying the earth, supported gun ownership and stood up for those babies whose Mommy's want to prevent them from being born by killing them.
Imagine that! I'm a crazy-maker, clearly.
Lately, when I'm not out hunting endangered species, or hiring little brown illegals to wipe my ass, or attending NASCAR events or counting on my fingers how many teeth I have left -- I've been getting caught up on life.
After Kerry lost the election, I thought it safe to return to wearing flip-flops (and please, somebody SOMEWHERE please find a way to communicate to Kerry and his insane unwashed cult -- they did indeed lose the election).
Apparently, despite the valiance of right-leaning voters, the curse of the hippies lives on. And I'm not just talking about the nude environmentalists who think showering is optional.
Not less than 7 days ago I was walking around my neighborhood, worry not GWB faithful -- this was only after I grew tired of the unbridled novelty of suffocating little children by driving my Hummer a block to the store only to cruise six miles to find a parking space.
Please don't make me mention the additional 5 miles driven so I could dump the residue from an oil change in a "natural" setting -- where all the birds, bees and trees could enjoy a natural waste product -- from my giant SUV.
I had on a pair of flip flops while making like a libshit and walking. Mother Earth is a fickle bitch.
A block from my mansion, one side of the flip flop broke free from the republican foot that bound it.
The former-flip flop flap whipped up, looked at me and said "without us libzillas, you'd have nothing to make fun of." My cheaply made shoe is a liberal, so please gentle conservatives...excuse the poor grammar. Nothing to blame but a Clinton-era public skool edumacation, I'm sure.
Despite my disgust at liberal footwear surrender, I was struck by the difficulty of poking fun of libs lately. With so many of them suddenly seeing the light in the Middle East, or disappearing completely out of sheer embarrassment, I've often thought about changing gears and tire blogging.
But back to the flip flopping. My shoe breaks and I hobble over to the liquor store and ask for some sort of tape. First time ever shoe repair has been done at that fine establishment.
Lesson: sometimes liberals need some duct tape wrapped over their chowflaps.
Yesterday, I decided to indulge (as a condition of the Democrat finally leaving the compound) in some free-range corn-fed coffee.
Different pair of flip flops, (obviously) the former having been disposed of properly on the 110 freeway in front of an 18-wheeler.
Liberal footwear is delicate (much like liberals themselves), and will snap, quit and expect to be carried at any time. This unruly shoe busted just as a Prius driver struggled to stop the four squirrels running on the rubber band under the hood.
Ed Begley Jr. seking revenge?
A pot-smoking, patchouli Kerry lover who cares not how much precious water he will "waste" to wash my conservative blood off his precious hybrid?
No.
Just a Rovian sign from the almighty George W. Bush that flip flops are out this spring for all good conservatives.
It's much like the arrival of the plagues in the bible -- all the good people had been warned and were already on a plane bound for Texas.
You've been warned. Therefore I am no longer responsible.
Posted by Moxie at 10:28 PM | Comments (22)
March 8, 2005
democratic manifesto -- guest post by Greg
The plan was simple - disarm the lovely Moxie with my debonair looks and weaken her resolve with the primary Democratic weapon - alcohol. [Ed: so now the dems are staking claim on booze? Fat chance. We conservatives own that.]
So far, it's worked well...first the unsuspecting Mox invited me in (remember, vampires can only enter when invited), and then....muahahahaha!....shared conversation and wine and other intoxicants.
By the end of the evening, Andrew the gay houseboy and the Mox were powerless to resist.
Bentley was the first to fall, strolling over to my lap and succumbing to a slew of pets and scratches behind the ear. Not to be outdone, Phoebe scurried over, eager to meet the new guest. Soon, the two loves of Mox' life were under my spell. {Ed: they were taking advantage of liberal stupidity. They have since donated to the GOP and renewed their vows to conservative values.}
And now, as I write this, the lovely Mox is tied up in the crawl space, undergoing Democratic indoctrination. If you thought she was hot in thigh-highs and a skirt, you should see her in Birkenstocks and Hippie garb (AKA tie dyed t-shirts).
Not much longer now, and she'll be screaming Democratic slogans in her sleep. Her "Kerry Haters for Kerry" t-shirt has already been changed to read "I love Kerry!" {Ed: thanks to Mickey Kaus for the thoughtful b-day present!}
Stay tuned for Democratic updates on the hour....muahahahahahahahaha!
Mox says: Fat chance, (pun intended) but that's all you guys got in '08 -- Hillary and her flabby ankles.
Posted by Moxie at 11:32 PM | Comments (16)
March 7, 2005
Life in L.A.
Da Goddess here. Live in L.A. Home of the Moxinator. And, yes, I'm writing this up on her computer.
I did the unthinkable today. I brought a Democrat to Moxtopia. So far, he's still breathing and so is Moxie. Phoebe, however, upon hearing the news, promptly turned tail and ran (after coughing up a hairball on him.) Bentley, sensing something was "off" hasn't been seen since we arrived.
Moxi-latte, the double caff, non-soy version, is currently dressing and preparing to take us out for dinner. She's going to show us what nightlife is like here in LaLa land. I'm up for it. I've made my rounds here in the past. The Dem hasn't. Of course, he shouldn't feel too out of place, this is Dem central after all.
So why did I dare bring some heathen to the Compound? Simple. Since my back injury, I've required a driver. Today, he was an angel and rented a big gas-guzzling Chevy Colorado to ensure my comfort on the big trek north. Based on that alone, I get the sneaking suspicion that he may be a little less Left than he claims. Oh yeah, he drives Republican, too. You know, like he owns the whole damn road and has put in plenty of hours with Big Oil. We made great time up here, but alas, it still took too long and I've missed Steve H. by a mile. I was thinking of slathering him with some serious cleavage since I'm so blissed out on Moxycontin and Vicodin.
Okay, I'm off. Gotta go see if Jamie Foxx (he's supposed to meet us for dinner) is ready to give me my rubdown that he promised last week. After all, I am his type of woman.
P.S. With any luck, my presence (both in L.A. and on this blog) will light a fire under our favorite white-booted conservative blogstar's ass and I'll end up with my own blog back soon.....she keeps promising......
Posted by Moxie at 8:13 PM | Comments (13)
March 3, 2005
Blogads survey
Henry Copeland is running the Blogads survey again this year. Last year I didn't participate, but this time around, figured it might help me to know more about the people who read this dang thing.
If you choose to fill it out, please be sure to specify that you came in via Moxie.nu.
Many thanks!
Posted by Moxie at 1:11 PM | Comments (6)
