From the RFB Promotions Department

I think this little :30 spot says it quite nicely. Then again, I've always said it in a vague way.

Black Friday Time Trials

A mishap on the track disqualifies a shopper, but we watch this sport just to see the wrecks, don't we?

Bad Puns To Wake You Up

Buy a dozen at the store.

You Signed the Terms and Conditions

So, Now There's This

Thanks to anyone who helped me get to 25 Likes in two days for a page that had no content and no real reason for being other than I wanted it to exist. I think the page Facebook/RadioFreeBabylon will be far more trafficked than this sad old blog, but the blog will remain.

Make Him Stop!

Sorry, I'm such a sucker for 4th grade humor. (And I love dogs.)

Available at the store.

Politics Makes Strange Bedfellows and Breakfast Mates

Here's the perfect gift for the right-leaning Tea-Partier or the left-leaning Liberation Theologian on your Christmas list. It's Jesus as a politician! Because Jesus caucuses with your party!

Chances are good they won't get it or they'll find it sacrilegious. But chances are good that their politics are too.

Available now at my store.

Wear it With Blind and Stupid Pride

If this offends you, you likely get all of your "news" from a single and blind source. Pick your poison: FOX or MSNBC.

Crist Unleashes Too Little Too Late Banner Campaign

Charlie Crist, the man who hastily got married in an effort to disspell rumors that he was gay so that John McCain would consider him for his running mate before McCain so graciously gave America Sarah Palin, is in a futile battle with Marco Rubio, the Tea-Party favorite predicted to win a Senate seat for Florida today. Crist has been relatively silent in the ad department, while Rubio saturated the airwaves. Now Crist appears in banners, the day of the election, with these silly ads that attempt to make Rubio look like Fidel Castro and Che Guevara's best friend. Or at least make him look like some third-world terrorist and fugitive. All shadowy and blue, with disjointed font that suggests chaos. He's "too extreme." Vote for the tan white man. Kendrick Meek, my early favorite, is now a distant third. 

Crist, by nearly every account, is a career opportunist, always looking for the next rung on the ladder that will take him to his ultimate goal, his own private tanning bed in the Oval Office. After he loses today, I wonder what a guy who has spent his entire life in public office looking for the next opportunity is going to do. Reality show? Game-show host? "Who Wants to Be a Politician?" I wouldn't put it past him.

I'll head up to the polls at lunch and cast my worthless vote. I will ride my bike there. In flip-flops and shorts. Our polling station is the local Baptist church, and it is always a strange feeling to observe the old, Conservative white people who staff the polls observing me. And I know what they're thinking. But they are wrong. I am an independent. But if you ride your bike to the polling station in flip-flops in this neighborhood, you're clearly voting one way. Maybe I'll spray-paint the red Anarchy symbol on an old t-shirt just to freak them out a little more.

Crossposted to Where's My Jetpack?