Are you listening? No? What do you mean no?
The headline reads: Joe The Plumber Slurs Gay People: I Would Never Let “Queers” Near My Children.
Never. Obviously. He’s not an idiot. He knows how that stuff can spread.
It’s an interview with ‘Christianity Today’ (an oxymoron?), in which he says: “You know, God is pretty explicit in what we’re supposed to do–what man and woman are for.” Such a delightfully old school belief (barely registered as a belief) in the bible as a transparent & perfect conduit of the word of God. On which matter: “People don’t understand the dictionary–it’s called queer. Queer means strange and unusual.” His use of the word “dictionary” in that sentence is remarkable. It is functions in exactly the same UNTHINKING way as the words “the bible” do when used to mean the infallible and perfect transcription of God’s revelation … “the dictionary” is a thing which exists for Joe, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, a particular thing, an AUTHORITY in a perfect unchanging (really) form, a taken-for-granted touchstone. A bible of words. You know… the dictionary. The dictionary says.
“Queer means strange and unusual.” Yes, and for a time it meant “drunk”. Likewise, the word “plumber” means someone who “plumbs the depths”. A bit like a whapsnatcher, but with smoother balls.
Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go?
Yes.
My hair is getting this way. My mandolin playing is lagging.
Give me time.
MAMA’S IN THE KITCHEN, BAKING UP A PIE!
The joy I get from Rory Gallagher grows by the year.
Like my hair.
The red carpets are being hosed down, tuxedos are being rinsed, and the cockles have already arrived:

Soon enough we shall see their transformation into film’s greatest prize…
something or other, I can’t remember.
A nice tasteful advertisement - deemed relevant to the content (an Associated News report about Obama moving to shut down Guantanamo Bay) - slapped on top of the You Tube box by a Googlebot:
Funny (sad) how utterly YESTERDAY Gordon Brown feels after Obama’s inauguration. The whoop-it-up love-in that’s happening for Obama throws into relief how distinctly unloveable Brown is. And unfanciable. Ludicrously so. This is a serious question: should you vote for anyone you can’t imagine having sex with? (One of my lesser problems with Jacqui Smith). I know this is an awful thing to say, but Brown is such a distressingly ugly individual, with an ugliness rooted in his profound charmlessness, his shuddering sexlessness, and his detachment from reality. Anyway - to celebrate the hollow rubbishness that is Gordon Brown - here are two images: the second by me; the first very kindly submitted by Friend of Radio Kenneth (not a euphemism) Graham Bowers: an adaptation of some terrifying artwork made by a friend of his, John Smith:

And mine:

You can find more of John Smith’s artwork on monkeey.com. Some of it looks like Baxter’s Fish reimagined by Clive Barker — in a good way.
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My Lord, a gentleman from Salamanca
Would speak with you.
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