Quibbles and Bits, Hop Til I Drop Edition

These eggs are out in the open, ready and willing to be cracked open even if it‘s a little late:

>>Royal Wedding, Shmroyal Wedding. Big Freaking Whoop. Distraction create inaction, and that’s all the Royal Nuptials are, and ever really were.

>>It’s nice to see Paul “Hatchet Man” Ryan getting his ass handed to him by members of his own party at a recent town hall. When it’s the Republicans that are seeing just how far down the rabbit hole their corporate puppets are taking us, you know we’re starting to wake up as a nation. Let’s keep this up, and let’s see how long it is before Mr. Ryan takes his eventual job as a high-paid lobbyist on K Street. At least he won’t have his hands directly on the levers of power. 2012, Wisconsinites.

>>Donation are in order for the Red Cross and any of the other relief organizations assisting in the recovery efforts in the Deep South after the recent tornados.

>>Donations are also in order for the continuing cleanup and recovery from the multiple whammies Japan has sustained. First the massive earthquake, then the tsunami, then the nuclear disaster, then another earthquake. These people need our help.

>>By the way, Mr. President, on the very, very, very off chance you’re reading this: nuclear power is NOT clean power, and “clean coal” makes as much sense as “jumbo shrimp” or “fresh frozen”. Yeah, I get it that these lobbies are powerful and deep-pocketed. But Jeez, Leweeze.

More later.

Bye Bye Beckie

Ah, so the Glen Beckie, he of the aforementioned golden shit shovel, will no longer be a daily presence on Foxy Noise.    Not like he's going away any time soon - with his ego, are you kidding?   He'll still squalk through deteriorating speaker cones on AM stations throughout the country, and still host the occasional event, I'm sure.   And his face will be plastered on his ghost-written books.   But he seems destined for a long, slow fade into the twilight - even Corporate America has little use for him, as attested by the exodus of advertisers from his TV show.   

So I guess we can't really say good riddance.   But at least it's one less excuse to turn the dial to Rupert's Circus of Clowns.    They've just lost their P.T. Barnum.