Rep. Joe Wilson (R-SC) of "You lie!" fame appeared on FOX News Sunday to say that he's done apologizing for heckling President Obama during his health care speech to Congress on Wednesday.

"I am not going to apologize again," Wilson told Chris Wallace.

That likely means that Wilson will be rebuked by House Democrats, who indicated late last week that they planned to admonish the GOP heckler if he didn't apologize on the House floor.

"This is playing politics," Wilson said of the Democrats' plan to rebuke him. "This is exactly what the American people do not want to see, do not want to hear."

Two points:

Sayeth "You lie!" Joe: "This is exactly what the American people do not want to see, do not want to hear."

Bullshit you "Moran". I want to see you kicked out but a good rebuking will satisfy for the moment. I'd really rather see Serena Williams do to you what she threatened to do to that line judge, shove a tennis ball down your throat and then have The Daily Show train a camera on your face as you pass it with commentary by Jon Stewart with special guests Robin Williams and Danny Devito.

"This is playing politics," Wilson said.... Just how stupid does a politician have to be to actually be surprised that they are involved in politics therefore their words, deeds and actions have political ramifications and serve as political fodder for the other side?

So now that I've been posting some stuff around here I'm kinda looking' around and I see this link "How to use TPM" or something like that. So I click the link and start reading', yeah OK, know that, yup, check, ok. Then I come to this section on blogging and the example reads "Obama spelled backwards is Amabo!!" And it dawns on me as I'm wrangling the pronunciation of that name that it is exactly why the Rebubbacan'ts are scared of him, it's that boo sound on the end of Amabo. But it's not only that it's the Ama part too because that means America so now I've figured out that Obama spelled backwards means he's going to make America one scary assed place for all those Rebubbacan'ts. As natural as the hair abandoning my scalp and taking up residence on my back (we WON'T even talk about what taking place in my ears) the Rebubbacan'ts are fearful and distrustful of him. Add that exotic first name Barak which sounds like the call of some prehistoric bird and it gets even worse. So for the sake of bipartisanship the simplest solution is he has to change his name. He should go back to using Barry as his first name and you know we can't even touch that middle name so he has to change that last name to something simple and soothing like......SMITH! That's it! Barry Smith. Hell with a name like that chances are even the Rebubbacan't won't notice the color of his skin. We'll have bipartisanship, we'll get a bunch of cool laws passed, we'll start manufacturing again, there'll be jobs for everyone! We won't even mind the immigrants coming here to do the jobs we won't have time for because we'll be having so much fun. America will be the envy of the free world (even in our worst days we're still the envy of the unfree world) again. When we travel abroad foreigners will give us the thumbs up with BOTH hands and say "yeah, Americas great" in their cool foreign accents. It will be COOL to be Americans again and even John Boehner will admit it's really pronounced "Boner".  America will Rock again!

Its 3am. I'm walking, no stomping up and down the street in front of my apartment building with an ice pack on my face. I've been awake for hours, shit, days. This fucking abscessed tooth feels like it's splitting my head in half. I can feel how much my face is swollen and despite the ice the whole right side of my face feels like its on fire. I wonder a little fearfully about what kind of poisonous toxins are being released into my body.

I can't sleep but I have to be to my crappy job at 8am. I need sleep. I'm pissed. My crappy job as a receiving clerk pays just above minimum wage and offers no insurance, the boss says they can't afford it. I guess it costs too much money for him and his wife to drive those Escalades and live in that big house in the pictures on his office wall. I'm barely able to pay the few bills I have and keep food on the table and a roof over our heads. I'm pacing outside so I don't wake up my wife and kid, they both have school tomorrow. My kid is just starting the first grade and my wife is going to the community college to become a nurse so we can better our lives.

Advil, Ambesol. Not doing much good. In addition to being concerned about the toxins being released into my body from the abscess I'm afraid of what the Advil might be doing to me.  I have no idea how many I've taken, in my desperation to relieve the pain I've lost track. If I could just relieve the pressure I might be able to sleep. This has been going on for three days now. I went to the emergency room at St Francis but it turns out they are a privately held hospital and they don't have to take "indigent" patients so they sent me away. I didn't know what "indigent" meant so when I got home I looked it up in my sons dictionary. Man that pissed me off even more than the tooth. "Experiencing want or need" I can deal with, I am that at the moment but then the dictionary goes on to say "A needy or destitute person". Fuck you.

At St Francis they told me to go to city hospital they take indigents and uninsured. City is on the other side of town, at least an hour's bus ride. Problem is I'm flat broke until payday and that's still a week away. I asked my supervisor at work if he could lend me a few bucks until payday, he said no and walked away. We already cashed in all the coins from our coin jar so we could do laundry and send my son to his first day of school in clean clothes. I have no family, I was an only child and my folks died when I was a teen. My wife grew up in an orphanage so she and I are totally on our own. It's tough, I had to drop out of school in the 9th grade to start taking care of myself, and my parents didn't leave me any money because what little money they did have was eaten up by medical bills. At least my wife has a high school diploma so she was able to start college courses right away I have to get my GED first.

We have a plan though, first my wife'll get her nursing degree and then when she's graduated and working I'll get my GED and go to college. I want to be an engineer. I'm good with my hands and have a knack for figuring out how things work. My wife can't work and go to school at the same time because she has a learning disability and has to work twice as hard to get the grades she needs to continue on in school. I can't take a second job because I have to watch our son while she studies. So that leaves us living on the meager earnings from my shipping job. Sometimes I stand in the doorway down the hall, I can see her bent over her books at the kitchen table working so hard to learn and my heart just fills with love for her. I wish I could fix her disability so it would be easier and I pray I do the right things to support her.

Back in the house I slip in the bed gently so as not to wake my wife up. I lay there for a while trying to sleep. My head hurts so bad. It's hard to imagine that one silly little tooth could cause so much pain. My head is throbbing with the pressure. With each beat of my heart it feels like my whole head pulsates. If I could just relieve the pressure. I get an idea, quietly I get up, go to the hall closet and get the longest needle in the sewing kit. Looking at it I realize that the eye end is still pretty sharp for putting any pressure on so I go to the garage and get a pair of pliers.

Quietly I close the bathroom door and turn on the light. I look at myself in the mirror. This is fucking crazy but I look at how swollen my face is plus it's now 3:30 am and I am desperate for sleep. I open my mouth, tilt my head back, I know just where I have to go, right next to the tooth that broke a couple years ago. I put the needle in the pliers and start to try to ram it in between the broken tooth and the one next to it. Shit, piss, motherfuck, does that hurt!

I quickly pull the needle out. How the fuck am I going to do this? I see the Ambesol bottle. I grab it, remove the lid and pour about half of the bottle in my mouth and swish it around the right side of my mouth for about a minute. My mouth is feeling numb. I load the needle into the pliers, my hands are shaking a little, put the needle in between my teeth and push again. Shit man, it still hurts just the same. The Ambesol did no good. I take the needle out of my mouth and lean on the sink with both hands, head hanging. I'm not sure if I can do this. Then my face starts to throb again, it seems the throbs are harder and more painful than ever.

Slowly I raise my head and look at myself in the mirror. There are tears in the corner of my eyes. My desperation for the pain to end is overwhelming. I just need it to not be bad enough to not let me sleep. It seems I'm looking into my own soul. You can do this I say to myself in the mirror. I lean my head back, put the needle in between the teeth again and I push, hard. The blood and pus start to flow immediately. I pull the needle out and set it and the pliers on the sink. I spit out a bunch of blood and pus. I push on my face where the swelling is and can feel the swollen area deflate as it empties into my mouth. The pain of the pressure relieves almost immediately.

After I clean up I put some gauze in between my cheek and gum and hold it against the inside of my teeth with my tongue. Quietly I slip back into bed, the pain greatly reduced. As I lay there exhausted, wondering at the crazy assed thing I just did I drift off.

"White house officials said Sunday a government health insurance option is negotiable..."

I could go on about this but plain and simple what a stupid way to become a one term president. Just what independent voters like me were skittish of, another democratic president with no balls. Damn the choices we have at this time in our country suck. The right have the balls but are for the most part just plain evil. The left have good intentions but get cowed by the idea that some small group won't like them and can't accept the fact that group won't like them no matter what they do.

Yo Obama listen up, the majority of American people want the public option. Remember majority rules? Show us some change we can believe in and don't fold your tent like a typical democrat.

In 1980 when Ted Kennedy was running against Jimmy Carter for the Democratic Presidential nomination I was a security officer for the San Francisco Airport Hilton. Both campaigns stayed at our hotel when in San Francisco. Being a security officer was one of those jobs taken out of necessity, I was definitely not the security guard type being a former war protesting hippie, but it turned out to be a pretty cool job as quite a few important people and celebrity types stayed there. Besides, we ate for free and I could squeeze three meals into my 8 hour shifts.

While working at the Hilton I got to shake Kennedy and Carter's hands as well as meet or at least shake hands with other celebrities. One of the more memorable was the time I had a cup of coffee with Moshe Dayan, one of the most storied figures in the history of the rebirth of Israel. He had a presence that was remarkable. I wanted to ask him so many questions but he commanded the conversation and wanted to know everything about what my life was like, so he asked the questions. Through the course of our conversation we discovered that he and I shared the same birthday, a fact which seemed to give him great joy. Each time he saw me after that he smiled from ear to ear and would take my hand in both his as we shook hands, like old friends.

Part of my duties for the Hilton was to monitor the parking in our lots. Being adjacent to the airport, as we were, people liked to try to beat the cost of parking by parking in our lots and taking our shuttle to the airport. They also liked to dump their rental cars there. The illegal parking was a huge problem as our conference and banquet rooms were always in high demand and the hotel was usually full. To combat the problem guests were issued parking passes to be displayed within their vehicle.

If we suspected that a vehicle was illegally parked we would place a warning tag on it. 24 hrs later if the car was still there, we would pop the lock with a slim-jim and look for the registration to check the name against the guests in our system. Often times the vehicle would turn out to be a rental car (these were the days before the little stickers that are used now to identify rental cars as rental cars) and we'd call the rental agency and find out who the car was registered to. If the name was not in our system as a current guest the agency would come get the car. We needed to be careful as few inconveniences pissed the guests off like having their cars towed.

Teddy Kennedy had arrived the evening before, and of course with either of the candidates in town, the Secret Service was with them. I was doing my lot patrol, and a car that we had tagged the day before was still in its slot, unmoved. It was parked out front, near the hotel entrance. I pulled my little security cart in behind it and looked around, looking in all the windows. Using the slim-jim, I popped the passenger door and opened the glove compartment looking for the registration and there was a gun. Now, I'm not a gun guy, don't know anything about them so all I can tell you is it was a big pistol made of blued steel with a dark wood hand grip. I had literally done hundreds of these car checks and had never found a gun in a vehicle before. I picked it up and looked it over. The serial number was ground off.

We were under strict orders that when the candidates were town if we saw or encountered anything, anything at all suspicious or out of the ordinary, to immediately notify the Secret Service and management. Let the Secret Service decide if it was anything they had to be concerned with. I left my security cart where it was, blocking the vehicle in, walked over and entered the hotel through the main entrance. Two agents were at our security station near the front desk. I quietly told them what I had found and watched two guys transform from relaxed, reading newspaper guys to professionals fully in charge and springing to action.

At the car, one picked up the gun and looked it over, without a word he looked at the other guy who then reached up and took me by the shoulder and steered me back to my security cart. He thanked me and told me I might have just done the country a great service and that they would handle it from there. He gestured to the driver's seat of the security cart and it was clear I was dismissed and was to go on my way.

Later in the afternoon I was called to the hotel manager's office. He, the chief of hotel security Bob, and the agent in charge for the Secret Service were there. We were instructed by the agent not to talk about the "situation," not to enter it in our daily log and to ignore the car, "don't even look at it as you pass it in the course of your duties." He thanked us and that was that. After we left the office Bob and I talked a little. He reasoned the agent didn't want us to even look at the car in case something actually was up and whoever was supposed to retrieve the gun was observing the car before they approached it. Made sense.

The next day Bob and I were out front smoking cigarettes. The shuttle bus pulled in with its load of passengers from the airport. A guy got off the bus, wandered around the front area a little and then walked kinda meanderingly into the front parking lot. He was looking around nervously, but hell we'd seen lot's of illegal parkers do the same before they jumped in their cars and drove off as quick as they could, afraid they would be busted.

We watched as this guy walked up to the car that had the gun in it. No sooner did his key hit the lock when a black van pulled behind the car. Two agents opened the side door, got out, grabbed the guy. The next second, they were all in the van and it was pulling away as the side door closed. Bob and I looked at each other stunned. As we looked back toward the car, a flat bed tow truck pulled up behind it. Two guys got out, hooked the car up, pulled it onto the flat bed, secured it and drove off. All of this took place in about three minutes. Bob and I looked at each other again, more stunned. Bob was ex-military police, had been all over the world in his military carrier and always said he'd seen so much in his life it would be hard to get anything by him or surprise him.  Through his stunned expression he whispered almost reverently "Fuck, it was just like in the movies. Fuck."

A few weeks later, the hotel manager got a letter in the mail from the head of the Secret Service thanking us. We never learned the outcome. Was the guy a bad guy? Was he part of a plot?  Was he there to pick up the car and the gun to shoot Teddy? To whack somebody else? Was it a drug hit? Or was he just one of the unluckiest bastards you've ever heard of who parked his car in the wrong place at the wrong time? We will never know. But for me I like to think I might have saved Teddy Kennedy's life. It has a good ring to it.

The amount of stupid being released into the atmosphere by the right at these town hall meetings is reaching a critical mass. If we could figure out how to convert stupid to energy these little robots so eager to do the bidding of the right would solve our energy problems. But then again, what kind of environmental impact would combusted stupid have?

What gets me about this bullshit talk about Wall Street’s losses is the fucking money ain't lost, it's not laying in a bag in a ditch somewhere. Who the fuck has it? There is a great big shell game going on and who is benefiting?  Someone that’s for sure. The big question is who and what is their end game?

Obama has walked in my shoes, worried about how the basics, mortgage, food etc will be paid for. McCain like Bush was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has never had to fear being broke and on the street. Look what the last silver spoon got us and look at what the last president who knew struggle and economic insecurity gave us. Give me the everyman everytime.

Palin actually makes Quail look smart. How the fuck could McCain do this to the American people he professes to love so much?

Palin actually makes Quail look smart. How the fuck could McCain do this to the American people he professes to love so much?