The Peoples Republic of New Jersey, West

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by Countertop on September 28, 2006 @ 5:27 am

At least thats what the bigoted idiots would like to turn the city of brotherly love into.

Thankfully, saner minds prevailed.

“Liberal gun-grabbing legislation is going to go down here,” said Metcalfe (R., Butler). “… And I’m going to continue to stand with some of my colleagues and reference those hundreds of thousands of Second Amendment supporters that want the gun-grabbing legislation to go down.”

Those comments set off Evans and other Philadelphia Democrats.

“Nobody is immune to violence. Nobody in this room,” he said. “Don’t you understand that because we sit in this isolated place with all kinds of security around, all kinds of guards around, don’t you understand that you can walk out here and anybody can be capped?”

Rep. James R. Roebuck Jr. (D., Phila.) shouted, “Philadelphia is not the center of evil as some of you suggest… . Tell me how to save the children. Don’t just tell me to keep things as they are.”

Here’s 10 ways to Save The Children Mr. Roebuck:

1) Throw your criminals in jail, and don’t release them early;
2) Create more room for them by executing your hardened criminals - the worst murderers and rapists (you can start with Mumia Abu Jamal;
3) Mandatory firearms training for all teachers in Philly;
4) Mandatory concealed carry permits for all teachers in Philly (and the requirement to carry them in the classroom);
5) Removal of all touchy feely meaningless social re-engineering classes in Philly schools;
6) Return of junior-ROTC to Philly schools;
7) Mandatory participation for all enrolled public school studentsin junior-ROTC; 8) Mandatory riflery classes and NRA firearms training for all Philly students;
9) Free NRA firearms training for Philly parents;
10) Increased CCW permitting, coupled with tax benefits for any holders, for Philly citizens (this could be expanded statewide).

Of course, keeping your head in the sand is never the way to go.

Bryan Miller, executive director of Ceasefire NJ, said that although the votes might not reflect victory, growing public support as shown by a rally attended by more than 2,000 people Tuesday at the Capitol suggests otherwise.

“This is the first crack in the pro-gun armor in Pennsylvania,” said Miller. “People now believe that something can be done. For the first time at the statehouse, before the press and the citizens, we gave them that message.”

Mr. Roebuck, one other suggestion. Officially banish any individual from Ceasefire NJ or any other gun grabbing group from crossing the river into Pennsylvania. Seriously. These folks don’t have the slightest idea. First crack my ass.

Even the liberal and generally clueless Philadelphia Inquirer realizes this.

It became apparent from the outset of the daylong debate that bills pertaining in any way to restricting gun ownership were heading to defeat. One by one, gun-rights supporters - both Republican and Democrat - rejected the proposals.

Terrell Owens

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by noreply@blogger.com (Countertop) on September 27, 2006 @ 12:45 pm

I don’t think he attempted suicide. It such a different story than the initial report, I didn’t believe it at all. Still, I have this thought:

Terrell Owens is an idiot. Listening to him, he strikes me as a functional illiterate.

Terrell Owens

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by noreply@blogger.com (Countertop) on @ 12:45 pm

I don’t think he attempted suicide. It such a different story than the initial report, I didn’t believe it at all. Still, I have this thought:

Terrell Owens is an idiot. Listening to him, he strikes me as a functional illiterate.

Terrell Owens

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by Countertop on @ 12:45 pm

I don’t think he attempted suicide. It such a different story than the initial report, I didn’t believe it at all. Still, I have this thought:

Terrell Owens is an idiot. Listening to him, he strikes me as a functional illiterate.

Terrell Owens

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by Countertop on @ 12:45 pm

I don’t think he attempted suicide. It such a different story than the initial report, I didn’t believe it at all. Still, I have this thought:

Terrell Owens is an idiot. Listening to him, he strikes me as a functional illiterate.

Religion of Peace My Ass

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by noreply@blogger.com (Countertop) on @ 6:26 am

Apparantly, the pig-cock-suckers are upset about an opera in Germany.

A leading German opera house has canceled performances of a Mozart opera because of security fears stirred by a scene that depicts the severed head of the Prophet Muhammad, prompting a storm of protest here about what many see as the surrender of artistic freedom.

Now, I am all for religious freedom and keeping government from interferring with our lives. But seriously, shouldn’t there be a kill them all exemption for the barbaric followers of Islam?

Religion of Peace My Ass

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by noreply@blogger.com (Countertop) on @ 6:26 am

Apparantly, the pig-cock-suckers are upset about an opera in Germany.

A leading German opera house has canceled performances of a Mozart opera because of security fears stirred by a scene that depicts the severed head of the Prophet Muhammad, prompting a storm of protest here about what many see as the surrender of artistic freedom.

Now, I am all for religious freedom and keeping government from interferring with our lives. But seriously, shouldn’t there be a kill them all exemption for the barbaric followers of Islam?

Religion of Peace My Ass

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by Countertop on @ 6:26 am

Apparantly, the pig-cock-suckers are upset about an opera in Germany.

A leading German opera house has canceled performances of a Mozart opera because of security fears stirred by a scene that depicts the severed head of the Prophet Muhammad, prompting a storm of protest here about what many see as the surrender of artistic freedom.

Now, I am all for religious freedom and keeping government from interferring with our lives. But seriously, shouldn’t there be a kill them all exemption for the barbaric followers of Islam?

Religion of Peace My Ass

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by Countertop on @ 6:26 am

Apparantly, the pig-cock-suckers are upset about an opera in Germany.

A leading German opera house has canceled performances of a Mozart opera because of security fears stirred by a scene that depicts the severed head of the Prophet Muhammad, prompting a storm of protest here about what many see as the surrender of artistic freedom.

Now, I am all for religious freedom and keeping government from interferring with our lives. But seriously, shouldn’t there be a kill them all exemption for the barbaric followers of Islam?

Estimated Prophet

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by noreply@blogger.com (Countertop) on September 24, 2006 @ 9:11 pm

One of the only things that would get me to go to California, John Perry Barlow’s lyrics ALWAYS have me floating on cloud 9.

Just another reason to think Bobby Weir was VASTYLY underappreciated by the average Jerry loving dead head.

Estimate Prophet
Lyrics by John Perry Barlow
Music by Bob Weir

My time coming, any day, don’t worry bout me, no
Been so long I felt this way, ain’t in no hurry, no
Rainbows end down that highway where ocean breezes blow
My time coming, voices saying, they tell me where to go

Don’t worry bout me, no no, don’t worry bout me, no
And I’m in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go.

California, preaching on the burning shore
California, I’ll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I’m gonna shine

My time coming, anyday, don’t worry bout me, no
It’s gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin’ slow
Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go

Don’t worry bout me, no no, don’t worry bout me, no
And I’m in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go

California, a prophet on the burning shore
California, I’ll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I’m gonna shine

You’ve all been asleep,
You would not believe me
Them voices telling me,
You will soon receive me
We’re standing on the beach,
The sea will part before me
(Fire wheel burning in the air)
And you will follow me,
And we will ride to glory
(Way up the middle of the air)

And I’ll call down thunder
And speak the same
And my word fills the sky with flame
And might and glory gonna be my name
And men gonna light my way

My time coming, anyday, don’t worry bout me, no
It’s gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin slow
My time coming, anyday, don’t worry about me, no

Don’t worry about me…

Estimated Prophet

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by noreply@blogger.com (Countertop) on @ 9:11 pm

One of the only things that would get me to go to California, John Perry Barlow’s lyrics ALWAYS have me floating on cloud 9.

Just another reason to think Bobby Weir was VASTYLY underappreciated by the average Jerry loving dead head.

Estimate Prophet
Lyrics by John Perry Barlow
Music by Bob Weir

My time coming, any day, don’t worry bout me, no
Been so long I felt this way, ain’t in no hurry, no
Rainbows end down that highway where ocean breezes blow
My time coming, voices saying, they tell me where to go

Don’t worry bout me, no no, don’t worry bout me, no
And I’m in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go.

California, preaching on the burning shore
California, I’ll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I’m gonna shine

My time coming, anyday, don’t worry bout me, no
It’s gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin’ slow
Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go

Don’t worry bout me, no no, don’t worry bout me, no
And I’m in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go

California, a prophet on the burning shore
California, I’ll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I’m gonna shine

You’ve all been asleep,
You would not believe me
Them voices telling me,
You will soon receive me
We’re standing on the beach,
The sea will part before me
(Fire wheel burning in the air)
And you will follow me,
And we will ride to glory
(Way up the middle of the air)

And I’ll call down thunder
And speak the same
And my word fills the sky with flame
And might and glory gonna be my name
And men gonna light my way

My time coming, anyday, don’t worry bout me, no
It’s gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin slow
My time coming, anyday, don’t worry about me, no

Don’t worry about me…

Estimated Prophet

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by Countertop on @ 9:11 pm

One of the only things that would get me to go to California, John Perry Barlow’s lyrics ALWAYS have me floating on cloud 9.

Just another reason to think Bobby Weir was VASTYLY underappreciated by the average Jerry loving dead head.

Estimate Prophet
Lyrics by John Perry Barlow
Music by Bob Weir

My time coming, any day, don’t worry bout me, no
Been so long I felt this way, ain’t in no hurry, no
Rainbows end down that highway where ocean breezes blow
My time coming, voices saying, they tell me where to go

Don’t worry bout me, no no, don’t worry bout me, no
And I’m in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go.

California, preaching on the burning shore
California, I’ll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I’m gonna shine

My time coming, anyday, don’t worry bout me, no
It’s gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin’ slow
Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go

Don’t worry bout me, no no, don’t worry bout me, no
And I’m in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go

California, a prophet on the burning shore
California, I’ll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I’m gonna shine

You’ve all been asleep,
You would not believe me
Them voices telling me,
You will soon receive me
We’re standing on the beach,
The sea will part before me
(Fire wheel burning in the air)
And you will follow me,
And we will ride to glory
(Way up the middle of the air)

And I’ll call down thunder
And speak the same
And my word fills the sky with flame
And might and glory gonna be my name
And men gonna light my way

My time coming, anyday, don’t worry bout me, no
It’s gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin slow
My time coming, anyday, don’t worry about me, no

Don’t worry about me…

Estimated Prophet

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by Countertop on @ 9:11 pm

One of the only things that would get me to go to California, John Perry Barlow’s lyrics ALWAYS have me floating on cloud 9.

Just another reason to think Bobby Weir was VASTYLY underappreciated by the average Jerry loving dead head.

Estimate Prophet
Lyrics by John Perry Barlow
Music by Bob Weir

My time coming, any day, don’t worry bout me, no
Been so long I felt this way, ain’t in no hurry, no
Rainbows end down that highway where ocean breezes blow
My time coming, voices saying, they tell me where to go

Don’t worry bout me, no no, don’t worry bout me, no
And I’m in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go.

California, preaching on the burning shore
California, I’ll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I’m gonna shine

My time coming, anyday, don’t worry bout me, no
It’s gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin’ slow
Still I know I lead the way, they tell me where I go

Don’t worry bout me, no no, don’t worry bout me, no
And I’m in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go

California, a prophet on the burning shore
California, I’ll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I’m gonna shine

You’ve all been asleep,
You would not believe me
Them voices telling me,
You will soon receive me
We’re standing on the beach,
The sea will part before me
(Fire wheel burning in the air)
And you will follow me,
And we will ride to glory
(Way up the middle of the air)

And I’ll call down thunder
And speak the same
And my word fills the sky with flame
And might and glory gonna be my name
And men gonna light my way

My time coming, anyday, don’t worry bout me, no
It’s gonna be just like they say, them voices tell me so
Seems so long I felt this way and time sure passin slow
My time coming, anyday, don’t worry about me, no

Don’t worry about me…

Carnival of Cordite

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by noreply@blogger.com (Countertop) on @ 7:45 pm

Its up, its the 73rd Edition, and its the “Best of” version.

Ought to check it out.

One - sort of - funny (and sort of pathetic) note.

I’ve hosted a dozen of the Carnivals over the last couple of years, and have had a huge number of posts featured in them, so while I haven’t really been posting much (due to my new job and its workload) when Chris at Spank The Donkey asked me to send in some posts, this is what I replied at 10:33 pm Saturday.

Let me put something together right now.

I’ve been working 18 hour days for 4 weeks now.

Next thing I know, its 7:00 am Saturday morning and I am waking up in my easy chair, laptop on the lap in front of me, with it opened to blogger. Apparantly, I had fallen asleep in mid key stroke and then had to run off to assist my VERY pregnant wife. Didn’t get back on till now (10:45 pm Sunday, two days later) and noticed the Carnival was up already.

Aaah, well, check it out and my apologeeze for not posting anything this week.

Carnival of Cordite

Filed under:Uncategorized — posted by noreply@blogger.com (Countertop) on @ 7:45 pm

Its up, its the 73rd Edition, and its the “Best of” version.

Ought to check it out.

One - sort of - funny (and sort of pathetic) note.

I’ve hosted a dozen of the Carnivals over the last couple of years, and have had a huge number of posts featured in them, so while I haven’t really been posting much (due to my new job and its workload) when Chris at Spank The Donkey asked me to send in some posts, this is what I replied at 10:33 pm Saturday.

Let me put something together right now.

I’ve been working 18 hour days for 4 weeks now.

Next thing I know, its 7:00 am Saturday morning and I am waking up in my easy chair, laptop on the lap in front of me, with it opened to blogger. Apparantly, I had fallen asleep in mid key stroke and then had to run off to assist my VERY pregnant wife. Didn’t get back on till now (10:45 pm Sunday, two days later) and noticed the Carnival was up already.

Aaah, well, check it out and my apologeeze for not posting anything this week.


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