Or something like that.
Anyway, Pat Robertson has apparently heard about those nasty things that the White House was saying about him, but being a Christian, he turns the other cheek, and damns the President with: faint praise; criticism about his speaking ability and mentality; and the news that they prayed together.
Here’s the NewsMax recap of Pat’s interview with Worldnews.org:
Now, for the part of the interview where Pat proves his mental health is just fine, thank you.
You know, now that the Evangelicals know what the White House says about them behind their backs, I think some officials should be watching their own backs. Just a word to the wise.
Anyway, Pat Robertson has apparently heard about those nasty things that the White House was saying about him, but being a Christian, he turns the other cheek, and damns the President with: faint praise; criticism about his speaking ability and mentality; and the news that they prayed together.
Here’s the NewsMax recap of Pat’s interview with Worldnews.org:
Robertson Praises, Criticizes Bush
President Bush is a “good man” who has done much of what he hoped he would do, says the Rev. Pat Robertson.
The founder and chairman of the Christian Broadcasting Network is quick to add that the president has let him down on some issues, however. [...]
Turning to the Iraq war, Robertson said: “I think he missed it on this Iraq war. And I believe the fact that he does not seek counsel as he should is a mistake, and for some reason he is not a terribly articulate spokesperson.
“He is not an eloquent speaker. He has a hard time getting his points across.”
He added that the president’s leadership style betrays “a circle-the-wagons mentality — that anybody who disagrees with him is in trouble.”So, who’s insane NOW, Mr. Bush?
Robertson confided that he has met with Bush in the past, revealing that “We’ve prayed together. He’s a born-again believer. In that respect he’s a good guy. But he’s also a politician and there’s things he’s done, he’s signed bills into law that he should not have signed.”Yes, President Bush is a good guy in that he prayed with Pat and made him beautiful promises; but, on the other hand, he’s a politician who broke those promises. So, I guess you could say that Bush is going to hell.
Now, for the part of the interview where Pat proves his mental health is just fine, thank you.
Robertson also told WordNews that his call last year for the assassination of Chavez, which created a media firestorm, was vindicated by Chavez’s outrageous behavior at the U.N. when he called Bush “the devil.”
“The devil came here yesterday,” Chavez said then. “And it smells of sulfur still today.”
WordNews recalled that Robertson was criticized for calling for Chavez’s assassination, saying in August 2005: “If he [Chavez] thinks we’re trying to assassinate him, I think we really ought to go ahead and do it. It’s a whole lot cheaper than starting a war.”
In response to the clamor for an apology, Robertson backed down a few days later, saying: “Is it right to call for assassination? No, and I apologize for that statement. I spoke in frustration that we should accommodate the man who thinks the U.S. is out to kill him.”
Now, however, he says that he feels that Chavez’s comments at the U.N. have vindicated him.
“I think a lot of Christians are saying to themselves, ‘Pat was right,’” Robertson told WordNews.So, per Pat, many Christians believe that if somebody calls you names, it’s right and just to call for their assassination.
You know, now that the Evangelicals know what the White House says about them behind their backs, I think some officials should be watching their own backs. Just a word to the wise.
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sz, it’s OT, but have you had your kitten tested for Giardia? It’s an intestinal parasite that won’t show up in the standard fecal flotation test that most vets use.
It is fairly common, especially among animals that may have drunk from streams, etc. It’s also a highly contagious parasite, so if it shows up in one kitten, all your pets may be infected.
Also, icky as it may be, you also could have gotten the parasite during clean-up duty.
Fortunately, the medicine to clear it up is quite cheap. The name escapes me now; I had to dose all my cats for a while because I took in a rescue Bengal from a cattery that was infested, and all my cats got it. I didn’t, thank goddess. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how much fun it will be to be dosing all your pets (and yourself), but you may have to, if it turns out they have this parasite. The fact that the one kitten doesn’t seem to be getting over the diarrhea would be an indicator, to me, anyway.
So, when you take the kitten to the vet, bring a fecal sample and ask them to test for it. If they tell you they did a regular fecal test, remind them that Giardia doesn’t show up in a regular test. Some vets either don’t know this, or have forgotten it.
Good luck, hope all the critters are well soon!
It is fairly common, especially among animals that may have drunk from streams, etc. It’s also a highly contagious parasite, so if it shows up in one kitten, all your pets may be infected.
Also, icky as it may be, you also could have gotten the parasite during clean-up duty.
Fortunately, the medicine to clear it up is quite cheap. The name escapes me now; I had to dose all my cats for a while because I took in a rescue Bengal from a cattery that was infested, and all my cats got it. I didn’t, thank goddess. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how much fun it will be to be dosing all your pets (and yourself), but you may have to, if it turns out they have this parasite. The fact that the one kitten doesn’t seem to be getting over the diarrhea would be an indicator, to me, anyway.
So, when you take the kitten to the vet, bring a fecal sample and ask them to test for it. If they tell you they did a regular fecal test, remind them that Giardia doesn’t show up in a regular test. Some vets either don’t know this, or have forgotten it.
Good luck, hope all the critters are well soon!
The medicine for giardia is metronidazole, the trade name is Flagyl. We give it out like jellybeans to our puppies because we live in a heavy cattle-grazing area and that seems to be what spreads the stuff around, according to our vet.
I think the one Pat Robertson needs is Thorazine, and maybe Strattera for Bush. Even with that, there will always be tension between these two because they both think they have the only clear connection to the Man Upstairs. Kind of like in the Cultural Revolution where everybody’s espousal of Mao’s doctrine was purer than the next person’s, leading to righteous indignation, infighting over petty issues, major skirmishes along very minor ideological fault lines, and eventual… nah, too much to hope for.
I think the one Pat Robertson needs is Thorazine, and maybe Strattera for Bush. Even with that, there will always be tension between these two because they both think they have the only clear connection to the Man Upstairs. Kind of like in the Cultural Revolution where everybody’s espousal of Mao’s doctrine was purer than the next person’s, leading to righteous indignation, infighting over petty issues, major skirmishes along very minor ideological fault lines, and eventual… nah, too much to hope for.
Pat Robertson reminds me of any number of intestinal parasites. I think it’s his face that does it. that, and the way he’s regularly puking up shitpreaching. Well, we’ll know for sure about Pat if anyone catches him trying to crawl up Shrub’s bunghole so he can lay his eggs somewhere moist and warm. Um, sorry about that image.
I’m not a doctor, I don’t even play one on TV, but these would be my prescriptions: for Robertson, Thorazine, ’cause he’s just loony-tunes; for Bush, Ex-Lax, ’cause he’s got his head up his ass.
Excuse me, but isn’t discussion of fecal matter on topic in any post about Commander Empty Codpiece and Rev. Headbloat?
ExLax wouldn’t even make a DENT in the logpile of detrius in Dumbya’s rectum, hon — you’d need a trackhoe (that’s an extra-big backhoe/earth-mover/excavator with tank treads), a reeeeeally big auger attachment, and a sump pump big enough to clean up New Jersey AND Louisiana in order to properly hi-colonic THAT giant asshole. And don’t forget the big plastic body bags for JimmyJeff GuckertGannon, that hit-and-run victim of Laura’s, and Jimmy Hoffa.
Sorry to hear about more kitty health problems, S.Z. — somewhere in the universe,there is a posh and reclinable throne with your name on it, merely awaiting your eternal reward of being waited upon, hand and foot, by every feline dominatrix who has ever had the good fortune to cross your threshold. Just don’t leave us too soon for the vacation, k? We need your (albeit usually in pain) ass HERE.
On MY “if I ever get diagnosed with some horrible, incurable disease, these are the first fuckers that I’m going to eradicate in very messy, cruel ways” list, right after Biggus Dickus Cheney, is Pat “Slavery As A Tax Write-Off For My Gold Mines” Robertson. And I am *sssooooooo* gonna enjoy THAT ONE.
And if I still have the energy left after dispensing with that bony-legged hemorrhoid-with-ears motherfucker, THEN I’m going after Jane Fonda and every other anorexia-inducing pseudo-feminist media whore whose bony, waddling necks I can clench in one arthritic hand.
(Yeah, I’m kinda back, because the fucking pain meds are NOT working this time, and my caps-lock button died, so it’s kinda hard to express my usual righteous indignation without my Kinisonesque forms of expression.)
(And I have to wear this fucking full-torso solid-plastic brace for another TWO MONTHS at LEAST, and can’t even afford the plastic-bonding spray-paint to live out my Xena costume fantasies. Belated birthday gifts of gift cards to Lowe’s or Home Depot or Wally Wrold will definitely be appreciated. I need to decorate SOMETHING, even if I can’t have a Halloween this year.)
Sorry to hear about more kitty health problems, S.Z. — somewhere in the universe,there is a posh and reclinable throne with your name on it, merely awaiting your eternal reward of being waited upon, hand and foot, by every feline dominatrix who has ever had the good fortune to cross your threshold. Just don’t leave us too soon for the vacation, k? We need your (albeit usually in pain) ass HERE.
On MY “if I ever get diagnosed with some horrible, incurable disease, these are the first fuckers that I’m going to eradicate in very messy, cruel ways” list, right after Biggus Dickus Cheney, is Pat “Slavery As A Tax Write-Off For My Gold Mines” Robertson. And I am *sssooooooo* gonna enjoy THAT ONE.
And if I still have the energy left after dispensing with that bony-legged hemorrhoid-with-ears motherfucker, THEN I’m going after Jane Fonda and every other anorexia-inducing pseudo-feminist media whore whose bony, waddling necks I can clench in one arthritic hand.
(Yeah, I’m kinda back, because the fucking pain meds are NOT working this time, and my caps-lock button died, so it’s kinda hard to express my usual righteous indignation without my Kinisonesque forms of expression.)
(And I have to wear this fucking full-torso solid-plastic brace for another TWO MONTHS at LEAST, and can’t even afford the plastic-bonding spray-paint to live out my Xena costume fantasies. Belated birthday gifts of gift cards to Lowe’s or Home Depot or Wally Wrold will definitely be appreciated. I need to decorate SOMETHING, even if I can’t have a Halloween this year.)
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