Caturday

Yeah. Dat Ting.

It's that time of the week again, and we at La Casa de Los Gatos send love to all the good people of Boston. Man, y'all had a hellacious week!

Fortunately, it's over now and y'all can sleep. Rest. Take it easy.

Meanwhile, over in TexASS (sorry, y'all. You know we here try to keep the love flowing in all directions, but right now TexASS is totally on our shit list), this-all happened.

The death toll is up to 14. It's a small town, so that's a lot. Neighbours are rallying around, which is great.

What's not so great: That outrageous IdiotAsshole Rick Perry, the erstwhile governor of a once-proud state, an imbecile who can't count to THREE without prompting — remember when he wanted to SECEDE from these fine United States? — well, now that cheap-ass motherfucker with his rhinestone boots and his mushmouthed drool wants a "quick turnaround" on federal aid money. SAY WHAT, you asshole? Say FUCKING WUT? Are you on your knees yet? Is your begging bowl up?

Now a governor's duty is to help the citizens of his state as and when needed. We all understand that. But do the rest of us need to help people who CREATE their own problems? Remember how unsympathetic all those pork barrels, I mean, Southern legislators, were when it came time to help the dying BLACK victims of Hurricane Katrina? Why, some of them actually got up on their hind legs and averred it was an Act of God. Though what kind of God drowns helpless sick old people in their beds, you gotta wonder. When people were losing their homes and livelihoods as a result of Sandy, those selfsame assholes averred as how people had "made bad choices," and must put up and shut up, since it was their own goddamned fault in the first place. Nice. Real nice. Assholes.

But this here dumbass MOTHERfucker, Rick Perry, he SLASHED funding for firefighting in his state. TexASS has had droughts nearly every damn year since I can remember, and BAD wildfires, too. Lil Ricky thought he was so damn cool, cutting those budgets, snippy-snippetty. So he could make the REST of us pay for his refusal to spend on his own people? What kind of idiot slashes firefighter funding by 75% in a state prone to droughts and wildfires?

This kind. Idiot.

And that's not all. Here's that humbugging manwhore with his tattooed eyeliner, DroopyDawgII, aka Ted Cruz.

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This cheap piece of shit wannabe Texan — yes, born in Cuba, emigrated to Canada, then decided Americans were stupider and easier to con, maybe — had the unmitigated GALL to vote against relief for victims of Hurricane Sandy. Remember that, y'all? Remember when your friends and relatives on the east coast were shivering their asses off in winter, homes destroyed, cars wrecked, kids killed? Occupy was asking people to chip in for sandwiches and blankets for the victims?

That's when this worthless gusano, this perro, this piece of dog shit you would scrape off your shoe, stood up and voted AGAINST aid for those people THREE FUCKING TIMES. Now this piece of shit wants Federal money — OUR fucking tax dollars — "all available resources," and he wants it pronto.

If you have a Twitter account, go let him know what you think of this. He's @SenTedCruz. If you *don't* have such an account, consider getting one, especially if you're from NY/NJ/MA. He wants your tax $$? Tell him to film himself kissing Chuck Schumer's ass first. Both cheeks.

Think we're being too hard on Texas? Read this, from Alternet:

[...] in 2008, the Center for American Progress found a fertilizer plant that stored millions of pounds of anhydrous ammonia in Pasadena, Texas to be among the most hazardous chemical facilities in the country, with more than 3 million people living in range of a worst-case ammonia gas release.

Anhydrous ammonia will blow your shit all to hell. You know. Like what just happened to that little town of West.

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Peter Coyote Article About Cuba

In today's San Francisco Chronicle, they printed an article by the actor and writer, Peter Coyote, about traveling in Cuba. He is a Bay Area lad after all. People in the Bay Area love to go traveling and meeting new people, experiencing other cultures. (Personally, I head up Slightly Agoraphobic Twats Against Nirvana ... so I won't be traveling there. I could never be a Van Dyke ... but that's an article of a different fish -- see this week's New Yorker.)

Peter Coyote is a damn fine writer! The article is beautifully written and very interesting. Here's an excerpt:

Eventually, our bags our cleared, our coffee cups are drained and we are released to the balmy winds of Cuba. Three minutes from the clean and modern airport, I am surprised to see a farmer plowing an extensive field with a team of oxen. Then we pass a cart on the road drawn by an ox and I am reminded of the costs the U.S. trade embargo has levied on Cuba. It is a poor country and must struggle for the resources of energy, cash, etc., that many countries take for granted. It's not, as neo-cons and free-market ideologues would have us believe, simply because the economy is socialist -- France, Britain and Italy have all been socialist countries at one time or another, and thrived. It is because as soon as it became clear that Fidel intended a communist model in Cuba, the United States reacted as if he were a syphilitic they had caught in the first lady's bed. Thus began the relentless 50-year struggle to overthrow, undermine and suborn the Cuban revolution -- an unseemly intention where the richest, most powerful country in the world dedicated inordinate amounts of resources to destabilizing a tiny Caribbean nation and, if they couldn't assassinate its leader, tried in whatever way they could to destabilize its economy and terrorize its people. Isn't that how we would define terrorism, or have I missed something?

President Obama, please revoke the embargo against Cuba!

Hey, they, too, fly the old red, white, and blue!

Plus, if you ask me, I think they're going to be in better shape than we are if the collapse keeps collapsing. They already know how to get things done without all the damn gadgets and oil. We're gonna be begging them for oxen!

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