Happy Belated Birthday Jesus!

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Play that funky music... white boy!

My ears are currently bleeding as Mike Ness (of Social Distortion) and Halloran (FM 94.9 DJ) converse on air... and say nothing but bullshit, as usual.

*groan*

Just play some fucking music already!

All I want for Kwanzaa...

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I'm all ready to have my stocking stuffed!

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Mary FUCKING Christmas

See what happens when you are naughty...

Now that is my kind of Christmas.

From Squeaky to Puta to Peaches to John

I am recovering from another extremely entertaining and spectacular weekend in Los Angeles. Timofy and Woods made great company as we hit up WigOut at MBar, Doughboys, Melrose Avenue (for some shopping, of course), A John Water’s Christmas with Peaches at UCLA, Hot Dog at Club 7969 and Eat Well.

The highlight of my weekend was drenching my favorite Hot Dog Go Go Dancer with dollar bills... which led to him grabbing the back of my head and “forcing” my face into the front of his jockstap. This didn't just happen once, but twice! I did my best both times to grab a mouthful of his man meat – I did alright... 2d2f basically. Each time I was “bobbing for apples”, he would bend me over and spank my ass. Now, I am not one for spankings, but I felt I would have done anything he asked. I was in hog heaven... and I was craving more. *oink*

Wigout on Friday was a blast – as usual. Timofy and Miss A finally got to meet the incredible Squeaky Blonde. I had the pleasure of talking to the fantastic Putanesca for a while after the show – she probably thought I was some insane Hispanic groupie who had a bit too much to drink... all thanks to my ideas for Death Drag. Puta and Squeaky both introduced me to the legendary The Steve Lady who fiercely wore a surgeon’s mask. Timofy, Miss A, Martin, Martin’s friend, Woods and I ended up at Hollywood Thai Karaoke until 3am with a mouthful of Tiger Cry and Shrimp Fried Rice – which was fucking hot as hell. I think I’ll skip that dish the next time I eat there.

And if you get a chance to see A John Water’s Christmas, please do so. John is a complete genius and the king, and queen, of trash! A true original. Mink Stole & Bruce Vilanch (sans beard) were comfortably seated in the almost full auditorium. Electro rawker Peaches opened up the night with a phenomenally raunchy set which left most of the seated audience speechless. Of course, Woods, Timofy and I enjoyed every filthy minute of it.

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Squeaky Blonde smashes it up with Timofy, Miss A and Whip.

Devilishly grinning Woods grabs himself an arm full of the fabulously wicked Putanesca.

The end of Fade-DRA's holiday inspired performance... which included snow flurrying around, chugging Jack Daniels, throwing a cell phone into the audience, slitting wrists, bleeding over a picture of Jesus and collapsing dead – just what this season is all about.

The amazing Steve Lady.

Jack & Coke loving Squeaky and Woods lounging after the show.

Timofy getting a lick full of Miss A's cocoa butter.

Miss A showing off her latest Baker's discovery.

If you plan to go in, leave behind a trail of crumbs so you can find your way out.

TfuckingGIF

The weekend is finally here! I made it through 13 days of work without killing anyone. Whew. I thought I would start my Friday night with a hard on... all thanks to:


Is she not insanely hot?! Damn. I have been in love with Rose McGowan for years! I would totally go hetero for her. *wipes drool from chin*

Anyway, if any of you bitches are up in the Hollyweird area tonight, make sure you get your cheap asses over to WigOut at MBar. It should be one hell of a time. Performances by SF's own Putanesca & Mercy Fuque, Silverlake's Squeaky Blonde & Fade-DRA, and WigOut creator Jean Natalia.

I haven't gone postal yet!

My 9th work day in a row and the music keeping me in one piece today is...

“Why Don’t You Come Over” by Garbage (which has been my workout song du jour)
“Chips On My Shoulder” by Ganymede
“Happy Home” by Garbage
“I Gotta Know” by Nikka Costa
“I Drive Alone” by Esthero
“Action Radar” by Prodigy (my Death Drag tune)
“Juicy Gotcha Krazy” by Oaktowns 3.5.7. (some old shit for yo’ ass)
“Cars With The Boom” by L’Trimm (the original Avenue D)
“Mysteriosa” by The Transatlantins
“I Wanna Thank Ya (Hex/Mac Maximum Room Mix)” by Angie Stone
“Bucci Bag (Larry Tee’s Electroclash Mix)” by Andrea Doria
“Passenger (Steve Porter Remix)” by Ballroom
“Dumb (Kardinal Beats Remix)” by The 411
“Bad Girl” by James Hardway with Amanda Ghost & Boy George
“The Sound Of Violence (Narcotic Thrust Mix)” by Cassius
"Into The Void" by Nine Inch Nails
“Go Steady” by Da Band
“The 15th (Felix Da Housecat Vocal Mix)” by Fischerspooner

Peaches Christ, I really need to update my iPod.

Whip's Stoli free weekend

Today is my 8th consecutive day that I am in the office working. I really can’t complain since I’m getting paid overtime, and lord knows I need the cash right now. Luckily the past two days have provide some release from the stress produced by The Client. Here are some of my discoveries from this past weekend...


“Chicken Little” is an instant classic due to the fact that:
1. Runt Of The Litter is a big homo
2. Butch lesbo bitch Foxy Loxy looks like a tranny
3. Fish Out Of Water is one bad muthafucka
4. Abby Mallard, a.k.a “Ugly Duckling” has the hots for Chicken Little

Three of my favorite tunes at Jackie Beat’s “The Holiday Ho”:
1. Jingle Bell Cock
2. The Sleeping With A Married Man Holiday Song
3. Christmas Whore Medley

People I saw in the audience howling during Jackie’s obscenely hilarious show:
1. Craig Chester
2. Mink Stole
3. Some other celebrity I couldn’t name

People I saw entering Jackie’s late show:
1. Chi Chi LaRue (out of drag)
2. Squeaky Blonde (in boy mode)
3. Selene Luna


Ballentine rocked thanks to:
1. Heather (smokin’ hot & fucking sweet as hell – makes me wish I was a hetero)
2. Frank (a bassist... ‘nuff said)
3. Ben (love that hair)
4. Jeremy (those arms!)
5. Vassil (*drool* I hope he is the “bi” one that Heather talked about)

Three things I learned last night:
1. Patron makes normally quiet people lose their shit
2. Aussie women look like dykes
3. When Jackie Beat has two shows in one night, always go to the later one

"Got something better than Sushi"

Here is my life the past couple of days...

It’s Tuesday evening and I’m working in the office spending time on, yet another, issue dealt to me by The Client’s DingBat. FM949 is blaring on my desk radio. DJ Anya mentions Princess Superstar is performing tomorrow at The Casbah. I nearly fall off my seat from the announcement. Wha wha wha what?! How could I let this slip through my radar? When I, finally, get home, I tell Woods the news. We make plans to attend.

Wednesday morning and I’m working on more issues handed over to me thanks to DingBat. The day seems to fly by. I frantically try to get the hell out of the office at a decent hour so I would have enough time to get home, head to the gym, shower, eat and trail over to the show. Of course that didn’t happen. I got out late, missed the gym, showered at home, ate quickly, and sped to the venue. Luckily, Woods and I got there with time to spare. Whew.

The show was amazing, and as an added bonus, very intimate. P.Sup really put on the theatrics with video, costume changes, cameo’d dancer, accessories and a backup band consisting of a guitarist, drummer & DJ. One of my favorite numbers was the interlude “Sex, Drugs & Drugs”. Princess snaked all over the stage “snorting coke” and ended up pelting the audience with pills which were quite hard since I got hit on my right shoulder with one. During another song, you totally got the live show feel when Superstar tried to put the microphone back on the stand, but instead it fell straight to the floor. At that point, it no longer worked so she just laughed off the verse and located a new one. She truly looked like she was having a good time – which was cool since the gays in the crowd were fucking loving it and sending the energy right back up there. After the show, she placed herself in the patio to sell some merchandise while the fags just fawned over her.


Check out PS if she comes to your town, or at the very least give “My Machine” a listen. You can access all of that info at www.princesssuperstar.com.

Next up on my live show schedule: Jackie Beat is the Holiday Ho, Bauhaus and A John Water’s Christmas with Peaches. Oh yea.

It’s a brand new day in the hood!

I’m back in tip top shape today. I had a good night’s sleep and feel completely refreshed this afternoon. Of course I started the morning with a Coke Slurpee from 7-11 which always makes me perky. Well, my post from Monday created quite a stir, but what’s life without a little controversy, right? I can report that a handful were offended, others were concerned, and some were downright pissed. When it comes down to it, I was just honestly expressing how I felt about my friendship situation. To defend myself, I do keep my word when it comes to hanging out and I always do my best to invite my friends (and even some acquaintances) to the insane events I go to. There’s nothing in the world that makes me happier then having my friends around when I attend these crazy parties, plays, whatever. As far as I could remember, I’ve had a reputation for being a good friend. *strokes ego* On the flip side, I was also know for being naïve. I always take what someone tells me as just that. I'm not great at reading between the lines. If someone doesn’t want me to contact them, then they should just say so. No feelings hurt. I would rather someone be upfront and tell me they think I'm a dumbass then continue to believe they want to associate with me, y'know?

Anyhoo, I have located some of the pictures from my Thanksgiving holiday down in Tucson. Thanks Woods. I have posted just a few of the pics – for the moment. As you will be able to see, my sister Mandah is just as demented as her big brother.

The Lopenski dorks Whiplash and Mandah chilling at Mig & Rog's Casa de Sexo!

Mandah tries on Stella's fake boobs and immediately wants a pair.

Lopenski's blood cousin the flirty BPuta, who is already stacked, tries Stella's tetas on for size. Peaches Christ! Those things make MY back ache!

Mandah serves 'em up.

Mandah and BPuta all hugs with my brother's main squeeze D.

The Tucson poster girl for Alcoholics Anonymous Reg molesting hoochie ass Mandah on Gay 4th.

The IBTs Sidewalk Sale Crew.

Momma always said I had the best taste in friends...

I’m done.

It’s official.

I am completely tired of the heap of flaming shit that is left of my doorstep on a daily basis. Not literally, mind you.

As many of you have noticed, the past few weeks have been a roller coaster of mood swings for me – happy one minute, angry the next, sad a moment later. I have been deep in meditation for a while dissecting my thoughts trying to pin point the problem. My initial theory for my emotional lashes was due to my fears of getting older since my birthday was around the corner. Please, that wasn’t it – I know I will always be a 12 year old at heart. I then guessed it was from me not getting laid enough. Nope, check again – I get ass a plenty. Then all of a sudden it became clear to me on my drive home after work last night – the source of my depression is due to the fact that I have no real friends here in San Diego. The majority of people who associate with me and claim “friendship” status are bullshitters extraordinaires. I am fed up with people who make plans with me and cancel or never show up... people who say "I totally want to do that", but can’t because of funds, but they are clubbing it just about every weekend spending money that is supposedly non-existent... people who were friends with both Timofy and I, and now will no longer contact me for whatever reason they have – as one person I saw out at a bar recently told me “well, I didn’t invite you because I invited Tim” – typical social crap after a break up. I really cannot wait until I move out of here and start all over again. I will be in a new city, with new people, making friends that will meet Whip, not Whip who has a boyfriend. Being in a relationship and making friends can be tricky. People love playing sides, but their true colors show through eventually. Now I know not to waste my time with these fools any longer. My energy will be focused on what is important to me – continuing to explore my connection with Woods, working things out with Timofy, and keeping close contact with my real friends and family. I am very fortunate to have the friends I do... even when they are 415 some odd miles away.

Music helping me out of my funk and shooting me back into original “Whiplash Lopenski” mode: “Pot Of Gold” by Juliet.

Pope Whiplash and the World AIDS Day blabfest

Within the past few years, I have dramatically changed my views on religion. To give you some background on me, I grew up in a typical Hispanic family that “practiced” the Catholic religion. I use the term “practiced” loosely. My mom and dad were not extremely stern about attending service on a regular basis. I used to call ourselves the “Holiday Church Goers”. Y’all know what I referring to... the kind that only attends on the “special days” like Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter or when a cousin was passing the obstacles of the what I like to call the Catholic Olympics – Baptism, Holy Communion, Confirmation and so on. When I was young, I never really complained about going because every time we went to the San Xavier Mission for an 11am mass, I got to eat at one of the many Indian food stands. Damn, now I’m craving a Popover with Beans. Anyway, as I got older, I had a hard time sitting through hour long speeches about “helping your neighbor”.

After my mom and dad divorced when I was in high school, my mom got some shit from the church since she was now a divorcee while my dad went on to get re-married with no opposition. That plus all of the things my Nana had experienced within the last five years, didn’t rack up any Brownie Points from me for the church. At some point after 2001, I really started to test my faith and made me question “is there a God?” After years of reflection, I can say that I am no longer a religious person. On the flip side, I am a traditional family person, to a point – as many Hispanics are. I have certain religious trinkets that were given to me by family members and things I do when I’m driving (sign of the cross when I see someone on the side of the road – thank my Nana for that) that are very dear to me, but it is completely for my family’s sake. I love my family more than anything so something like that is more personal than religious, if that makes any sense.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that anyone who does not think like I is an idiot for following what they choose to follow because I am a firm believer in “to each his own”. If it makes you happy, then great, go for it. I just have yet to find anyone who is so dedicated and deep into it that doesn’t come across as a pushy psycho or some shady pig fucker. I like how Sarah Silverman breaks it down and makes it sound, oh so silly... Jesus Is Magic. Go see the movie to find out why. Ok, I know have gone off the deep end on this subject. I could go on and on about this all day long, but I’ll shut my trap. The reasoning behind this rambling was due to some articles I read about the Vatican and World AIDS Day – which was yesterday for those that did not know. After reading a few of them, I was disgusted by the Vatican’s thoughts on prevention – which is basically null. But you know what...

Fuck the Pope.

Fuck the Vatican.

And fuck Es Spicy Hilton for wearing that Red Ribbon at her book signing yesterday. *vomit*

***image borrowed from www.perezhilton.com

Have any of you noticed how much Perez gushes over Paris now that he has met her?! *erk*

Well, the music on my iPod keeping me, somewhat, sane at work this afternoon: “Voyeur” by Kelli Ali and “Metal Heart” by Garbage.

If any of you ladies are in the Los Angeles area this evening, you can catch me slutting it up for my birthday at Miss Kitty’s “Kinky Cops & Dirty Robbers” at the Dragonfly. Check out Miss Kitty’s website for more info: www.misskittysparlour.com

This girl missed out on being stuffed this year...

I am fully recovered from the weekend and safely returned to San Diego. This was the first year that I went to Tucson for the holiday that I did not stay or visit with my mom. It was also the first year I did not indulge in the goodness of the Thanksgiving meal. I was much more into drinking Stoli. I’m sure what is going on down between my mom and her children may have had something to do with my vodka binge. Tons of family drama revolving around my mom’s on-again off-again idiot boyfriend who has wormed his way into my family’s life – I would have said manipulated but he isn’t that cleaver. I do wish I would have seen or spent time with my mom because I know she is going through a rough time, but if she doesn’t want me to be around, then so be it. When she is ready to see me, she will let me know.

Beyond the dramatics, I had a smashing time hanging with the portion of the family who wasn’t rushing me off the phone and my close friends. It was a good being back home... even if it was just for a short time. I feel grounded in Tucson – a quality that is missing for me in San Diego. Of course I have been very vocal about feeling misplaced here. SanD is funny to me, I have been here for over six years and have yet to make a friend like those I have back in Arizona. I like to think that I am building friendships now that in the future will be like those that I miss, but I often wonder why I haven’t made any of those connections already. The thing I have discovered about SD is the peeps here sure do love to bullshit – whether it be flaking on you (which is quite typical) or claiming to be open minded but wouldn’t dare step out of their normal and safe surroundings to do something unique or saying they are “different” than everyone else but are quite simply no different. Maybe I am expecting too much, but I am the type of person who honestly doesn’t expect anything from anybody. I think a lot of my thoughts recently have to do with the life changing separation between Timofy and I. You know what happens during a divorce right? The friends take sides, but I think I’ll pause on this thought for the moment...

Eh, too much thinking drives me batty, and makes me all moody too. Yuk-o. Luckily, the M.I.A. / Gwen Stefani concert last night in Anaheim sure straightened me out – no pun intended.

The continuous loop of music on my iPod that is getting me through the afternoon: “Danger Zone” by Gwen Stefani (partially because that was my favorite G.Stefani number at the show) *cheese*

Bring on the Mashed Taters!

I’m off to the wonderfully dry heated state of Arizona to spend the holiday with my family, altho from the way things have been lately with the them it might turn out to be like an bitch slap soaked episode of “The O.C.”. Heaven help me... and may I have enough Stoli to get me through the weekend!

Happy Thanksgiving.

Nice hair, hope you win...

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Scorpio Birthday Wishes

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMOFY!

May you get lost in Lane Fuller's ass for a few days!

xxoo

I see your mouth moving, but you ain’t saying nufin

I am a total random person. I can go from talking about the current state of social economics to ass eating techniques in less than 3 seconds. So here are some of my random thoughts for today...

I really hate being late to work. I feel totally misplaced the entire day. I get into this funk where I feel I am behind in everything I do. Then before I know it, I have a huge pile of paperwork, reports, tasks and whatnot sitting in my Inbox. It’s shitty. On occasion it evolves into me becoming insanely frustrated. That only leads to me wanting to get fucked. Well, on the bright side, that works. Nothing like a getting pounded to relieve the stress of the day, eh?

Why do people insist of drenching themselves in cologne?! I don’t want to mention names, but Peaches Christ!* My eyes water every time I get into the office elevator. Do yourself a favor, if you must use a fragrance, only spray once, not eight times! It’s so bad that if I were to light a match, they would go up in flames. Then again, some of them are already flaming. For reals.

*I say “Peaches Christ” instead of “Jesus Christ”. I swear that Jesus guy has the best PR person.

I am so not a committed relationship type of person at all. I am way too self absorbed, and not to mention a slut who gives it up too easily sometimes. I certainly do not want to devote my life to one person, giving them every single part of me. Not my style. Yes, I like to be open and honest with my friends and “friends”, but sometimes you have to keep things inside just for you – keep as your personal feelings, thoughts and goals. It’s not that I don’t want to share in fear of being hurt... I’ve been hurt before and I know will get hurt again – that’s life. But no one needs to know every single thought I have during the day, y’know? I just want to live my life in the way *I* want to. I prefer to set my own limits, if there are any. I don’t get people who rely on others to make their decisions. That baffles me. Why would you want someone else ruling what you do, who you see, where you go? Well, if that works for you and makes you happy, then great – I can’t argue with that. To each his own. I honestly don’t get the whole “boyfriend/boyfriend”, “girlfriend/girlfriend”, “husband/wifee”, whatever thing tho. I feel as if we were programmed to believe that if we don’t have anyone in our lives, we are incomplete. That’s bullshit. No one NEEDS anyone to survive. I think I’ll put the brakes on there. This thought can continue at another time. These thoughts always get me accused of being bitter. Oh please, my only bitterness in life is not being able to find Green Corn Tamales here in Cali. Seriously.

Enough of my half ass’d ramblings, it’s Friday so you know what that means... well, actually nothing. Oh shit, reverse that... I’ve been working on the weekends for the past few weeks, but this weekend I’ve been spared. So... I guess that makes it special. Wadahoo! I think that deserves a few cocktails. Here’s the plan: Greyboy Allstars concert tonight at 4th & B, then a “Mystery Event” tomorrow (I’m being whisked away, of sorts, for my birthday – which isn’t for another couple of weeks actually), then I’m off to see Juliette & The Licks, final-fucking-ly, in West Hollywood on Sunday night. I hope she spits on me from the stage.

The Roller Coaster love continues

OMG, look what crazy ass Six Flags Magic Mountain has unveiled this morning via Press Release...


Now that looks pretty damn sweet. Altho, I am not sure I will be able to handle it if I watch Final Destination 3 beforehand. *cringe*

For more on Six Flags Magic Mountain and their insane new coaster, click here: www.sixflags.com/parks/magicmountain/index.asp

Do you enjoy riding Roller Coasters?

Being a Horror Film Buff/Fan/Freak, I seriously cannot wait for this shit...

Wet Dreams Are Made Of This

Monday morning and I am still wetting my panties over the go go dancer from Hot Dog Saturday night. He was all done up 1970's sleazy gay porno style complete with mustache, sideburns, hairy chest, visor, jockstrap, and knee high socks. Fuck, that's hot. My almost, but not really, tipsy ass went up to give him a dollar which evolved to a go go dancer led rub down. He grabbed my hand and proceeded to move it all over his sweaty body. I would have preferred if he let my tongue to do that, but I wasn’t complaining. At least I did get to grab a nice piece of meat. He was smart by letting me touch him, because I ended pulling out another dollar. If I would have had more money, he would have gotten all of my cash.

Dragstrip66 was a bit sad this month due to the lack of attendees. It was definitely not due to theme since it was one of the better themes they have had. After talking with Gina Lotriman on the way out, I had a better idea of why it was so tame. She had said it was due to the space. The crowd really never caught on to the venue since it is in the basement of the Ramada Inn. Being down there makes you feel as if you are at your cousin’s Quincenera. Complete with the DJ lights and “that slutty girl” who wasn’t invited but is showing her stripper moves on the dancefloor. Regardless, it was great to see Go Go Eddie shake his ass, Miz Alana as Rick James, and The Boofont Sisters sparkling amongst the small group of trannys and chasers. Mark your calendars for January 14th when Dragstrip66 moves back to The Echo in Echo Park for their 13th Anniversary.

Now that the work week has begun, I can catch up on some rest in the evenings. I have definitely run myself down this past weekend. Yesterday was a mess with me working from the morning to the evening, then running up to Anaheim with Woods to have dinner with my Nina, Tio and cousins, then running back down to the office to finish up some work before heading home to sleep. Only another month of weekend work. Christmas season can be a real bitch. Oh well, it could be worse. At least I got some Penne Pasta with White Tiger Shrimp to munch on for lunch today. Tasty.

San Diego Nightlife with Mig & Rog

Mig, Rog, Vero, and Little J came into town yesterday to spend the weekend in San Diego. While Vero and Little J caught up on some sleep, the gays decided to hit the town last night. Well, it wasn't all "shablam" as you may think. We stopped at Flicks first – which turned out to be lackluster. It seems everyone was trying to get into Rich's instead. Even with those In The Pix VIP things that get you front of the line privileges, you still had to wait. No thanks. We ended up at PECS on University... which turned out to be much more exciting. Not to mention the drinks were hell of a lot better. A few cocktails later, everyone turned into a loose whore... just kidding, it was only me. And I was designated driver! But I blame my whoriness on my mustard hanky.

Rog is so damn masculine with that Virginia Slim's wannabe of a cigarette in his mouth.

Woods and I pre-drunkeness in the patio of that manly bar PECS.

Kiss kiss from Mig and Whips.

According to Mig & Rog, that little white thing in the corner looked like a tampon... so this pic is set up to look like I shot a tampon out of my ass... yeah, yeah I know... you are probably thinking "it wouldn't be the first time you shot something out of your ass!" Hardy har har bitches. OK, so it's probably true. ;-)

See! Anytime I flag one of my hankies, I meet the most interesting people! This gent was celebrating his birthday last night. His curiosity got the best of him so he asked me what my hanky meant. Thank God, he didn't assume it was yellow! Well here's to you Bobby, Happy Birthday Buddy! Oy, I hope it was Bobby... I'm terrible with names.

Rog said Woods looked like a deer in the headlights in this shot.

There are no words to describe this picture.

Kisses from Rog and Whip... well I'm offering open mouth kisses, as usual.

Thank God It's Saturday

Even tho my bitch ass is working in the office for a few hours today, I still plan on hitting my favorite monthly Los Angeles club this evening... Dragstrip66 hosted by the lovely Gina Lotriman (Mr. Dan) and the always fabulous DJ Paul V. If any of you bitches are in Los Angeles, I suggest getting your tranny loving butts over to the Ramada Inn on Vermont Avenue for a few cocktails and some good tunes before the stage show at Midnight.

Happy Veteran’s Day

Well, it’s only a happy holiday if you have a city, state or federal job. Hell, if you work at a bank, I’m sure you are one happy fuck. Lucky asses.

Now speaking of happy fucks, President Bush celebrated this day behind a podium in Tobyhanna, PA doing his best to deliver a speech in which he addressed the criticism of his handling of the Iraqi war. Even tho his approval ratings are at an all time low, I’m sure that speech will do squat diddly to help him improve those numbers.

Altho, it may help with Fran Blaney since she is one his supporters…

"I know he is a man of integrity and strong faith," said Fran Blaney, a Republican and an evangelical who lives near Hartford, Conn. "I've read that he prays every morning asking for God's guidance. He certainly is trying to do what he thinks he is supposed to do."

(taken from http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051111/ap_on_go_pr_wh/bush_ap_poll)

That's right Fran, he does pray to God every morning asking for guidance.

I love naive religious people.

…of the moment! for November 10th, 2005

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