5/16: Splintering Off In Different Directions
9:30 p.m.
• You know, it's not the actual story that caught my eye.
...With a stroke of a pen Thursday, the Republican-dominated court swept away decades of tradition and said there was no legally justifiable reason why the state should withhold the institution of marriage because of a couple's sexual orientation.
The 4-3 opinion written by Chief Justice Ronald George said domestic partnerships that provide many of the rights and benefits of matrimony are not enough...
A 4-3 opinion over a hot-button topic whose final decision favors the liberal side of the debate. Odd how there's no mention of a "splintered" or "divided" court decision, although we learn that this court is REPUBLICAN-DOMINATED (whatever the hell that means in California).
Yet a while back I posted this story, also published by the Associated Press...
U.S. executions are all but sure to resume soon after a nationwide halt, cleared Wednesday by a splintered Supreme Court that approved the most widely used method of lethal injection.
Voting 7-2, the conservative court led by Chief Justice John Roberts rebuffed the latest assault on capital punishment, this time by foes focusing on methods rather than on the legality of the death penalty itself.
Wait a second, I was about to do a "how come one case is divided and the other case is splintered," but then I decided to actually, you know, LOOK UP the word in question.
splin·ter (splntr)n.
1. A sharp, slender piece, as of wood, bone, glass, or metal, split or broken off from a main body.
2. A splinter group.
v. splin·tered, splin·ter·ing, splin·ters
v.intr.
To split or break into sharp, slender pieces; form splinters. See Synonyms at break.
v.tr.
To cause to splinter.
Fudgesicles. Damn you liberal media.
10 p.m.
• So earlier this week I was at Target picking up the better half’s birth control pills when the lady in front of me asked around as to when the new Indiana Jones movie is coming out. Since nobody else knew, I decided to end the awkward silence by saying “May 22.” She then got as giddy as this chick at the grocery store…
According to UK tabloid the Sun, a 33-year-old Welsh housewife ended up in hospital after wearing Ann Summers vibrating Passion Pants to her local Asda supermarket in Swansea.
Unfortunately, she became "so aroused by the 2½-inch vibrating bullet inside that she fainted" then "fell against shelves and banged her head". This prompted the attendance of the paramedics who "found the black leatherette panties still buzzing". Having disabled the orgasmatronic underwear, they then whisked the senseless shopper to hospital where she made a complete recovery. Staff handed her back the Passion Pants upon discharge, discreetly concealed in a plastic bag.
…but I digress.
After she picked up her prescription and paid for that and her Indiana Jones DVD set, I shook my head, which prompted the one pharmacist to ask, “What’s wrong?” The following conversation took place. You’ll figure out who is who.
“No self-respecting Indiana Jones fan will look forward to this.”
“Why? I heard it was going to be good.”
“No, it won’t.”
“I have some friends who are in film school and they said the special effects and action will be great.”
“No, it won’t.”
“Why do you think that?”
“They should have stopped with ‘The Last Crusade.’”
“Why?”
“Because it was the perfect ending. Indiana riding off with his father, Sallah and Brody into the sunset. Connery won’t be in this one. Neither will Sallah. And Brody’s dead. Everything in that last scene in ‘The Last Crusade’ has just been wiped away.”
“So you’re not going to see it in the theater.”
“No, but I’ll probably get it on DVD.”
“Why?”
“Because, whether I like it or not, it’s INDIANA JONES.”
*Sigh* I feel the same way about the Star Wars prequels.
Wow, I point out my inability to understand the English language and show how much of a sucker I am with movie franchises just as old as me – all in one entry. I need to inject myself with some manliness. That last line isn’t helping my case much, either...
PUNKS JUMP UP TO GET BEAT DOWN (without using naughty words)
PUNKS JUMP UP TO GET BEAT DOWN (thug lyricz)
One day when I was ridin on the train I seen these two kids talkinAbout the nubian reign had fallen.
I didnt say nothin cuz these kids caught my goat,
Even wore my coat like a murder that they wrote.
So this kid with mouth swagger n Ill blaze the cloak and dagger
So I gotta show dukes the macho lot that I am.
I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham,
Oh yes, Im the bad man, and bad men wear black.
And if it comes to droppin bombs, yo, Im with that.
Though I can freak, fly, floow, fuck up a faggot.
Dont understand their ways I aint down with gays.
You wanna grab the style that was made from my mom and my dad,
When I was young I used to run with a notepad.
Then dimes knew and somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone...
Black prodigy since the age of twen-ty.
I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one,
Right on the spot, sign my name with a dot.
Diamond d threw me some smooth shit, bronx crowd roar.
Stick up your wack jam, everybody hit the floor.
Okay its you, slim, the hard rock of the pack,
Dont wanna kneel to the brothers, you must be holin.
Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole bodys swollen.
Why did I have to do it? he asked for it.
His man saw it, so it dont mean shit to me.
Hes gone, thats how its supposed to be....check it out now.
I aint goin out, man that short shit is dead,
Have you heard what I said? if not, ask the dread.
He got a can and thats bad...similar to the one that I got from my own dad.
Your punk assll be grass quick fast like my name was flash
When a nigga try and rob me for my cash.
You thought you had a sweet vic, a nice pick,
But you didnt anticipate that I might be sick.
Now whos the trick, cuz Im not a up. (no, no-no-no!)
I always do the fuckin, just might do the buckin.
I leave my nikes stuck in your rectum, till you learn
Brand nubian, yo, you gotta respect em.
Dissect em, yo, our word is bond regardless.
To my what, and do the puma strut.
So step the fuck off, before I punch you in your face,
With the mothafuckin bass!
Then youre gonna taste blood in your mouth, its gonna flood south
To the ground, and youre gonna know I dont fuck around.
So if you think you had two soft newjacks,
Were gonna have to off you with a few cracks
To the jaw and you wont pop that shit no more.
Explainin to your friends why youre layin on the floor.
Did you want some more? I didnt think so.
Just got whipped like a faggot in the clink, so
I suggest you take your bloody mess and find a piece of wire,
Fix your broken jaw, then its time to retire.
Lord jamar will live long, cuz I give strong blows the heads of my foes.
Dread flows, gives me power as it grows.
Watch how rass-cladda you catch the speed knot,
Heed not, and hell will be your home,
Lord jamar, sadat, as we swell your dome.
You know, for a song that has the line:
Though I can freak, fly, floow, fuck up a faggot.Dont understand their ways I aint down with gays.
I find it funny that the following is also included in this track…
…
Wait a second:
Your punk assll be grass quick fast like my name was flashWhen a nigga try and rob me for my cash.
Uhhh, that’s not the correct line, Lyrics Freak.
What the hell?
Thank you Metro Lyrics. Finally, someone gets the line right.
I'm like dick in ya ass, quick fast like my name was Flash when a nigga try an' rob me for my cash
No, I'm not repeating an entry I made last year. In that post I was remarking on the "Give strong blows to the heads of my foes," line, not the "dick in ya ass" line. With this entry, I'm also pointing out that I may not know what "splintered" means, but I can remember a song's line about anal sex from 16 years ago.
...
God what the hell is wrong with me?
Hmm, interesting take on the YouTube comment section:
"Rap prodigy since the age of 20"? Isn't that a bit old for a prodigy?
That's actually a valid point. Maybe Sadat was a late bloomer.
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