…although, I can’t really say I blame Mr. Nader for being litigious and angry at the same time. Generally, the two things go together just like Right wingers and other people’s oil. However, this lawsuit is not purely an attempt by Nader to recoup financial losses (which were undoubtedly massive) he incurred during his bid for the presidency in 2004. Ralph Nader filed this suit in an attempt to ensure the “democratic process” remains functional. Are you with me? Okay, Nader’s lawsuit was filed to ensure you, the voter, are able to vote successfully for the candidate of your choice. Still nothing? Christ on a hot tin roof! Are you all right or half left tonight? At any given time, Cherrybomb is 80% alcohol and I even got it that time. Okay, let me give you the vanilla version. Ralph Nader is pissed because the DNC (Democratic National Committee) is run by a bunch of Fascists so he decided to sue them because Fascists hate going to court because it cuts into their “me” time.

Got it now?

In a lawsuit filed earlier this week, Nader claims that the DNC tried to bilk his campaign dry by filing frivolous lawsuits in an attempt to keep him off the ballots in 18 states in 2004. And for those of you who still think Mr. Nader is acting like a spoiled child, I hate to break it to you but the same Fascists that were running the DNC in 2004 still run the DNC today. And even now, as certain candidates are being excluded from polls, it’s a safe bet we can expect more of the same in about a year at the voting booth.

What you should do is focus your energy on being diligent about stuff like this, make sure you vote and stop paying attention to polls. Besides being known for being so full of crap that they shit sideways, polls are also really bad for your health. I heard they might give you the mouth Herp if you answer your phone. Okay, I don’t really have any conclusive proof on that last one because I refuse to test my own theory for fear of the mouth Herp. Do you want to take that chance when Poll calls you?

I didn’t think so…

Because, if you’re like Cherrybomb, you’ve been celebrating the arrival of Halloween since last Friday. And since we’re all going out tomorrow night here is where you should be. Unless you got some boss slasher flick to watch and someone to squeeze inappropriately. In that case, carry the fuck on…

Wednesday, October 31st:
Rodrigo Y Gabriela
The Paramount
In case you missed them last three times they were here this last year, you’ve got to hit this gig.

Blood Squad
Chop Suey
Blood is a great color on you for Halloween, and it makes you look thinner…

Viva OZ Vegas and El VEZ!
The Can Can
C’mon, C’mon…it’s El Vez and it’s Halloween…

Henry Rollins
The Moore
If you haven’t seen Henry’s IFC show yet, I highly suggest you watch Henry talk to Gore Vidal. Then get more of Henry at The Moore on Halloween night.

All Day Zombie Porn (!)
Fantasy Unlimited
So FU is on Westlake Avenue and according to their ad last week they plan to run an “All Day Zombie Porn Fest” in their “theatre”. To say I have no idea what Zombie Porn would be like is like saying I don’t know how to order a vodka tonic. Just don’t blame me for the sticky stuff on the bottom of your shoes later.

Night of the Living Dead – 1968
Central Cinema
That’s right. The original B&W Zombie Great. Plus, the Central serves beer and good food. Show up in costume and admission is only $1.

HalloQueen
Jazzbones
A Seattle Halloween tradition comes to Tacoma…

Anyways…there you go, and off you go, then. Happy HalloQueen, you beautiful dead babies…

However, you don’t necessarily need a backseat education to know what Buttrock is but I find it helpful. And really, how can you argue with a 300+lb man named Meatloaf for fuck-sake? The answer is pretty simple. You can’t and shouldn’t because Meatloaf is always right. Meat was right when he talked about that dashboard; he was right when he said “heaven can wait”; and he was right when he said “two out of three ain’t bad” because by the power of Nazereth, “Love Hurts”. Even the guys in HalloQueen (above) know that.

Anyways, Chop Suey was more fun this weekend than that backseat you’re thinking about now. Mostly because your backseat can’t fit a choice bar, a bunch of guys with guitars, scantly-clad schoolgirls with abs of steel, and a guy the size of Dee Snyder (Dee’s 6′2) with an exact replica of Dee’s hair from the 80’s on his head. And do not tell me that your backseat can accommodate such an array of delicious vice. As much as I want to believe you and your car are the ultimate portable party, I don’t.

So like I was saying, the Halloween, I mean “HalloQueen” bash at Chop Suey was in high glam gear on Saturday with “Buttrock Suites” (above in full zombie-rawk mode and below in full flash mode) opening the show. Buttrock Suites is Flash Dance meets Whitesnake dance routines, set to old school hair band favorites like “Slow and Easy” (by aforementioned Whitesnake) and “Sister Christian” by Night Ranger. But don’t let the big hair and shiny pants fool you. Buttrock Suites is comprised of some serious Seattle talent with players from national productions like “Hedwig and the Angry Inch” and musicians from local bands like one of Cherrybomb’s absolute favorite (now defunct, which by the way, I’m very tired of saying about bands I love), The Radio Nationals.

Then “Jennie and the Bets” came on and tore through Sir Elton’s catalog. I think their version of “Funeral for a Friend” was at least 15 minutes long beating out even the live version on Elton’s “Live from Madison Square Garden” by four minutes and 28 seconds. Sorry, I got no photo of The Bets but I got a few choice shots of the evening’s main event, “HalloQueen”.

As usual, the boys of HalloQueen didn’t disappoint. The crowd was totally revved up and ready to go when they hit the stage. HalloQueen’s been doing this for a few years, so going to see HalloQueen on or around Halloween has become a Seattle tradition.

And even though my head still hurts and my ears are still ringing with the words “We Will Rock You” and even though I’m still quite puzzled by Rick Friel’s blowout (pictured above in the middle), I would do it all again for HalloQueen. Speaking of doing it again, if you didn’t do HalloQueen on Saturday (or even if you did) you can catch them again at Jazzbones in Tacoma on Halloween.

Check back later for more Halloween wreckomendations. Wednesday is only 48 hours away…

Thanks to Sleazegrinder for the Meatloaf inspiration…you are my rock ‘n’ roll hero.

I mean it’s true right? The weekend before a weekday Halloween eve always bring the crazies out. Who can resist the eye candy of thousands of half-naked nurses, cops and witches? What’s up with that girls…? It’s so played out. Keep that shit in the bedroom with that codpiece you bought for your boyfriend at The Castle Superstore. Unless your man can fill that thing out. In that case, carry on. So what is Cherrybomb going to be for Halloween you ask?

Drunker than usual.

At any rate, if you ask me (and you totally know you were gonna) the Halloween Party to be at in Seattle this year is “HalloQueen” at Chop Suey this Saturday, October 27th. HalloQueen is Tim DiJulio (“North Twin” and Mike McCready’s UFO cover band, “Flight To Mars”), Rick Friel (of The Rockfords and and old school fave of Cherrybomb’s, Jodie Watts), Chris Friel (also of The Rockfords and Goodness) and the stellar vocals of Sean Bates.

I saw HalloQueen last year and it was more fun than a giant beach ball full of nitrous. This time around, HalloQueen is joined by “Jennie and the Bets“. You might think with a name like “Jennie and the Bets” it’s safe to assume they are just a straight forward trib to Sir Elton. But I’m not so sure. And if that’s not enough, Buttrock Suites will also belt out a couple of hair band classics clad in full metal regalia from heavy metal hair head, to platform boot toe.

Still need something to do? Well, you’re in luck cha-cha ’cause I do the work so all you have to do is show up and have fun…:

Thursday, October 25th aka “Tonight”
Plaster
El Corazon
New Plaster is due sometime in 2008. Stay tuned and if you miss ‘em tonight, get to The Comet on November 19th when they share the bill with The Ruby Doe.

Friday, October 26th:
Himsa
Book of Black Earth
Lesbian
SSP Semi-Pro Wrestling
Four of my most favorite things on one amazing bill. If you’re free tonight (Thursday, October 25th) you can catch Lesbian at The Tractor at a gig hosted by Neil Hamburger. Not familiar with Mr. Hamburger? Let me fix that. Thanks to Sleazegrinder for hipping Cherrybomb to the Hamburger…my life has never been the same.
El Corazon

Blade Runner – The Movie
Cinerama
A newly restored “Blade Runner” will take over the Cinerama starting on Friday. And speaking of movies, “Slashermania” is in full bloody machete swing at The Grand Illusion Cinema. Friday and Saturday bring 11:00 pm runs of “Don’t Go Into The Woods Alone” (which has been touted as one of the worst horror films ever) to the projector room. And if you missed it last week, tonight is the last night to catch “Punks Not Dead” one week run at The Grand Illusion.

Saturday, October 27th:
The Cave Singers
Crocodile Cafe
“Invitation Songs”, the first record from Seattle’s Cave Singers, is addictive. And, unlike crystal meth, listening to it won’t rot your teeth.

Zeke
Winterland
Zeke always makes me want to take my old Kiss records out ‘cept I never put them away in the first place.

The Whore Moans
Ms. Led
Steel Tigers of Death
The Funhouse

So there you have it. Now let’s review: Meet you by the cave with the singing zeke. You know the same one with that fat-bottomed lesbian whore that moans while playing death metal covers of Elton John songs? That chick is making a mint. But don’t tell Huggy Bear ’cause he will beat her ass, take that money and spend it all on platform shoes made of goldfish bowls. ‘Cause that’s how Huggy rolls yo…

Got it?

Man, when Johnny brings the crazy, he really brings it. Recently when speaking to workers at Thompson Arms Center, McCain said that he would use their products to “off” Osama. Himself. At the gates of hell, if necessary (which probably looks a lot like Iraq at this point). And when you really want someone dead, you have to shoot them with a gun made by America’s master gunmaker. Because only guns made by Thompson can kill the terrorists. That and silver bullets, I heard, because they’re all really just werewolves, masquerading as terrorists by day.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Rochester, New Hampshire, John McCain said stuff you usually say when you’re drunk off your ass at a Republican fund raiser:

“I will follow Osama Bin Laden to the gates of hell and I will shoot him with your products,” McCain said.

Later, McCain pulled his textbook “I was only kidding” apology:

“I certainly didn’t mean I would actually shoot him. I am certainly angry at him, but I was only speaking in a way that was trying to emphasize my point,” McCain said. “I would not shoot him myself.”

Right. Note to self: Do not get on John McCains’ bad side. Additional note to self: Start reading those notes I send to myself.

You might have missed “Go Like Hell” doing their last show at El Corazon tonight (Wednesday, October 24th if you’re reading this on some day other than October 24th 2007). But I hope not because GLH brings the blood, smut and fear everywhere they go. Not like El Corazon needs any of that stuff as all three of those things seem to be in plentiful supply whenever I’m there. And not because I was there at the time. Cherrybomb is sad to see GLH go, but it’s been a great Carrie-at-the-prom size bloodbath for us all.

However, I would totally never forgive myself if you missed Junior Brown tonight at The Tractor. But I’m sure you knew about that show. Didn’t you? Dammit people I can’t do all the work here! I give and I drink and I give and I DRINK. And you stay home watching some TV show with a guy named “Howie” who says the words “Deal or No Deal” over and over again. Seriously, go like hell away from that devil box and get the fuck out…

Thursday, October 25th:
Polyphonic Spree
The Showbox

DJ Krush
Hideki and Kamui
Neumo’s

Stay tuned ’cause it’s all about Saturday this weekend. Trust me…

Telling you that the FCC is run by Harry fucking Potter doesn’t help things but it does bring some levity to a rather grave situation. As usual, Cherrybomb has added some (helpful text) to the story because I really want you to pay attention this time. Often, public hearings are held when changes to existing current FCC guidelines or rules have been proposed. But that isn’t a steadfast rule, and in this case, the doors are closed.

The chief U.S. media regulator (Harry Potter’s evil twin) wants (has) to scrap (shit on) a long-standing rule banning a company (an evil empire) from owning (possessing) both a newspaper (the single method of delivery for most reliable information/news) and a broadcast outlet (and the transmission of propaganda masquerading as information for people too lazy to read) in the same city.

Kevin J. Martin, chairman (The Dark Overlord) of the Federal Communications Commission (thought police), wants the action on that rule and others within the next two months, a plan (takeover) that would be a big victory for some (all) media conglomerate executives (like Rupert Murdoch), if successful.

Among them would be Rupert Murdoch (The Evil Wizard of Wall Street), who has sought for years to continue controlling (manipulating) the New York Post and a Fox TV station in New York, and Samuel Zell, the Chicago investor (super rich, right handed guy) seeking to complete a buyout of the Tribune Company.

The proposal appears to have (has) the support of (at least three) a majority of the five commission members, agency officials said.

“We’ve (I, Kevin J. Martin have) been collecting (stealing private information) data for the last 18 months (years) and the issues have been pending for years,” Martin told the Times. “I think it is an appropriate time (IT IS NOW TIME) to begin a discussion (takeover) to complete (completely remove) this rule-making (free thought) and complete (completely eliminate) these media ownership (free speech) issues.”

Officials (the thought police) said the commission also would consider (will) loosening (remove) the restrictions on the number of radio and television stations a company could (can) own in the same city.

Three of the five current FCC Commissioners, Deborah Taylor Tate, Robert M. McDowell and Mr. Potter/Martin himself, were appointed by George Bush. I might be blond, and I might be drunk but it don’t take a rocket scientist to figure this one out.

Thanks to United Press International for the story.

Paul Raven played in some of Cherrybomb’s favorite bands of all time. Example? Prong. Raven was also in Ministry and Killing Joke. I lost my shoes at Ministry show once and Paul Raven threw one back into the crowd. Reports are that Raven’s passing was peaceful.

46 is too young for such a fast man.

But Barak Obama didn’t say he thought homosexuality was “abominable”. However, by teaming up with the likes of Donnie McClurkin he doesn’t have to. Brilliant move to the Right Barack. Who’s next on your list?

I guess it was only a matter of time until we got a good look inside Barack Obama’s closet.

Thanks to the Huffington Post and my favorite celebrity blogger, Perez Hilton for the links.

Like I said before bitches…

GO SOX!

Tonight the Red Sox ran all over that hopeful kid…I mean that team from Cleveland. Now I would say something douchey like “Believe” but that was like so three years ago. Tonight’s game proved baseball is truly the greatest sport in the world. The Red Sox face Colorado in the World Series starting on Wednesday. I didn’t even know Colorado had a baseball team, did you? Can you say the word “expansion”? Me either. Ignorance is such bliss.

Got to go…beer is calling softy, “Cherrybomb…” and I don’t want to be rude. Especially when beer is being so polite and I’m so thirsty.

Wachovia is saying that Michael Vick defaulted on a $1.3 million dollar loan to open a fancy liquor store called “Atlantic Wine and Spirits”. The other good news is Wachovia isn’t the only one hitting Vick right in the wallet. The Royal Band of Canada (‘eh?) is suing Vick over a $2.3 million dollar loan while the 1st Source Bank of Indiana (they have banks in Indiana?) is also suing Vick, seeking repayment of a $2 million dollar loan.

But the real pain in the wallet for Vick must be the $20 million in bonus cash The Atlanta Falcons want back. In a likely effort to raise capitol, Vick’s Sugarloaf mansion went on the market yesterday for $4.5 mil. I guess Vick might be having trouble keeping the $23,000 mortgage up. What’s next? Will Vick have to sell one of his “other” mansions? Will he be forced to downsize his fleet of cars? And, although many are blaming Vick’s unexpected “departure” for The Falcons shiteous season thus far, it’s unlikely Vick will return to football as a Falcon. It’s sure looking bad for Vick and that’s the good news. The bad news is he hasn’t lost his job with The Atlanta Falcons…yet.

And, in case you’re wondering, the image of Vick with this post is legit and was not photoshopped for the sake of irony.

But if you decide not to watch one of the most compelling feats of human courage ever captured on film (it’s 47 minutes long and will scare the shit out of you), read the book. However, when you head out to your local bookstore to pick up a copy of “End of America”, pay cash. Unless you want the “unpatriotic act” of purchasing this book with your credit card added to your file. I totally wish I was kidding about that part but I’m not. And nobody’s laughing.

Igg takes Cherrybomb’s motto “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” to a whole new level. Although everyone knows that you should never look Donatella Versace directly in the eyes so maybe Iggy is just trying to protect himself. And no,Iggy didn’t forget to wear his shirt. I mean, who needs a shirt when you’re own skin is made from the finest Corinthian leather?

Iggy and Donatella try to out fug each-other last night in London. I say it’s a tie with a slight edge to Iggy ’cause his look is Au natural…

Thanks to Dlisted for the link..

Because I feel like I just walked out of a “Battle of the Bands” gone horribly wrong. I mean, what the hell is going on here? Jack Daniel’s blockage of the ears? Anyways, I never liked the song “Jump”. That song is about as cool as side one and two of “Moving Pictures”. And if you just went “awww…I like Rush” you are a synth loving pussy. If on the other hand you just said “awww…Neil Peart is one of the greatest drummers of all time”, I would still consider you a synth loving pussy, however you would get an extra Cherrybomb point for recognizing the greatness of Neil Peart. You pussy…

This vid is a complete tonedeaf trainwreck of horrors…enjoy at your own risk…

I’m just gonna cut to the chase on this post and tell you it’s all about Friday this weekend. Brad will play Neumo’s. If you’re smart enough, you already know you gotta be there, so insert your happy ending here. If you’re not so smart, or need a little help when it comes to Brad’s six degrees of Kevin Bacon, let me help you. Brad comes with more collective street cred than any other band. Although Brad’s first official record, “Shame” was released in 1993, it was 1997’s “Interiors” that established Brad as a band, not some side project.

But back to my six degrees of Kevin/Brad bacon…I mean separation. Okay, maybe I mean to say “bacon,” but absolutely refuse to eat an intelligent animal. Even though it is reported that said animal (aka “bacon”) is tasty. I mean, people say grasshopper tastes like chicken and you don’t see that on the menu at TGI Friday’s do you?

Members of Brad (below) have swapped spit with:

Happy Chickster, Satchel, Pigeonhead, Pearl Jam, Mother Love Bone, Bayleaf (Stone, Solo 2001), Mookie Blaylock, Malfunkshun, Temple of the Dog, The Afghan Whigs (okay, Shawn Smith was never a member of the Whigs but he performed on at least three of their records and performs on Dulli’s “Twilight Singers” 2000 release, “Twilight”) and Green River (who, if the rumor is true, will reunite sometime in the Summer of 2008 for the first time in many grunge years). Wow…although I’m sure I could blow this one out a tad more, but that bottle on the corner of my bar ain’t gonna drink itself.

And, if for some strange reason, my wisdom didn’t rub you the right way, there is something wrong with you. So let’s face it. You not going to see Brad didn’t cause those sores on your nether-regions. You know and I know how that happened, so don’t go telling your boyfriend it was some dirty “toilet”. You knew that guy (I mean, that “dirty toilet”) was trouble the minute he ordered that Irish Carbomb. I mean, come ON. It’s not even St. Patrick’s Day. Anyways, here are some other gigs to consider after you’re done with the “free” clinic…:

And away we go…

Friday, October 19th:
Brad
Neumo’s
Cherrybomb is lucky. And so are you, if you have tickets for Brad at Neumo’s. Some of Seattle’s greatest will come through Seattle this month. Watch for Mike McCready at the end of October. He might be next to you eating brunch. Or somewhere you might want to be on Halloween. You never know who’s elbow might rub you in Seattle…

Galactic
The Showbox
Cherybomb talked about this show a while ago. Unless you missed The Whore Moans last weekend, and you also love The Saturday Knights (who also share this amazing bill), going to see Galactic might be your only viable excuse for not going to see Brad.

The Saturday Knights
The Whore Moans
The Valley
Like I was saying. I might forgive you for missing Brad to see this show but only because I love The Saturday Knights (see previous wreckomendation for actual recomendation) and The Whore Moans. And if you didn’t make it out at all, don’t give me some story about your dying grandfather, because that’s just bad karma. Besides, you need to save that one for work, when you pull some sweet bender in Vegas having used your last few vacation days in Cabo mourning your cousin, twice removed. Only one free karma pass per person please. And yeah, Cabo counted as one ’cause I hate numbers.
The Sunset

Saturday, October 20th:
Blackalicious
Lyrics Born
‘Cause when Lyrics Born walked out during the Galactic set last night at The Showbox you promised yourself you were going to The Showbox on Saturday. Although, I might understand you kicking it at the Box, but only because Lyrics will bring at least three things. Headphones, banjo strings and uh, like, three Cadillacs. Okay, ten Caddies, but like five are just for show, yo…
The Showbox

These Arms Are Snakes
Kane Hodder
Hell’s Kitchen (early show – 5:00pm)

Sick of it All
Studio Seven (all ages)

Common Market
Chop Suey
So much hip-hop. Only one Saturday Knight…

Choose your side. Either you are with Brad or you are somewhere else almost as awesome…

No surprise that I’m crabby again today after last night’s Sox game. I love those 6th inning rallies. Until they end up punching me in the face in the 9th ’cause they snuck a bottle of Jagger into the game and drank it all in the john after the 7th inning stretch.

At any rate, I really enjoy getting mail…especially when you say you love me. Unless you’re in prison or jail. If you’re writing me from a correctional facility you should probably know I look like a cross between Roseanne Bar with Rosie O’Donald. And I never leave the house, mostly because I weigh 680lbs. I’ve been on the Maury Povich show like twice. The last time I was on I was trying to find out who find out who my baby daddy is. You know how that one goes.

Of course, after my post yesterday about the Red Sox, many emails started with the line “You know I love you but…” followed by some four-letter tirade, directed at the Red Sox.

Angry Johnny was in particularly fine form…:

“Love you babe but I hate the Red Sox more than knowing that douche Andy Dick has anal warts. But if it’s any consolation, I would prefer that when the Red Sox’s bus crashes into a fiery ball of exploded body parts it is because they collided with the Yahkees’s bus. Then both buses crashed through Scott Bora’s house while that fu$#*er was home running around the house in drag yelling “show me the money” and he suffered a horrible, long, drawn out, painful death wearing women’s stockings.”

I wish the same stuff on Derek Jeter all the time. Thanks to AFJ and GO SOX…

Because I’m in a wicked bad mood. The Red Sox lost last night to Cleveland. Although, if you watched the game you have to agree that the Red Sox’s strike zone seems to be about teats high…at least last night they were. Christ…I hate the Cleveland Indians almost as much as I hate the Yankees…almost.

Anyways…no need for you to suffer ’cause I’m in a pissy mood today right? Now get out and stay out…

Wednesday, October 17 & Thursday, October 18th:
The Pogues
The Showbox
Does Shane have any teefs left? Will everyone at the Showbox be drunk and/or Irish? So many questions to ask and Whiskey to drink before I sleep…

Wednesday, October 17th:
Interpol (with the Liars)
Wamu Theater
I love “Our Love to Admire”. Paul Banks has got to be related to Peter Murphy somehow…

Bobby Bare Jr.
The Crocodile
“Young Criminal Starvation League” is one of the greatest names for a record ever. The records itself ain’t too shabby either. It’s for sure true that some of the greatness of Bobby Bare was passed along to Bobby Jr…and it doesn’t always happen that way. Case and point, Nelson.

Wednesday, October 17th – Saturday, October 20th
The Murder Party
The Murder Party kicks off Coup de Franc – a monthly series of Action films where the Frech bottent connard! (Kick Ass!!). Don’t forget The Murder Party is B.Y.O.B…so bring your own bullets, booze and body bags.

Anyhow…ass rules no matter where you’re from or how you say it. Am I right…?

This post was inspired by these pants (which you can find on ebay for about $9.99). Just in time for your “Lucha Libre” wrestling costume for Halloween…

However, I would be lying to you if I told you I never watched professional wrestling back in the day. I’d also be lying if I told you I never heard of guys like, Bob Backlund, Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka (king of the “big elbow”), Bruno Sammartino and Rowdy Roddy Piper (I had such a thing for that man. And all men in a kilts in for that matter. Thanks Roddy).

I was also under the magical-hairless-chest spell of Kerry Von Erich. Kerry was one of five brothers (Mike, Chris, Kevin and David) who all wrestled professionally. It got pretty weird when, after David passed away in 1984 from gastroenteritis, three of the remaining brothers committed suicide. Mike in 1987, Chris in 1991 and the superstar of the family, Kerry in 1993. There was even a rumor that Kerry was not really dead and was going to jump out of a coffin at an upcoming event as part of a publicity stunt (a similar rumor about Randy Rhoades went around after he died in a plane accident 1982. I wore black for a week). Everyone believed in the “Von Erich Curse” after Kerry died. More after the break…

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A couple of us made it to The High Dive last night to see Brad and it was well worth the trip out. The band tried out some material from the yet unreleased “Best Friends” record and two of the three songs lived up to Brad’s rockin’ groove mentality. The one hour set also included “Secret Girl”, “Day Brings” (both from “Interiors”) and “Buttercup” (from 1993’s “Shame”). Thanks to AFJ for the Patron, late night sushi and for being slightly less angry than usual. You are the man…

Brad is, Stone Gossard, Shawn Smith, Kevin Wood (Andy’s brother) and Regan Hagar (no relation). Brad returns to Seattle on Friday, October 19th at Neumo’s.

For chrissake Nancy…make up your mind. I was under the impression that you and God we’re speaking to each other on a regular basis. So what gives with this Nancy? I’m very confused. And now all of you reading this will be too:

“It’s not about being anti-religion,” Pelosi said, noting that each day in the Capitol starts with a prayer. “It is just about what the architect thought was appropriate for him to proclaim in a certificate.”

Huh? Okay…here’s some backstory to Nancy’s blah-blah circle jerk:

Dayton-area GOP Rep. Michael Turner and more than 100 of his Republican colleagues sent a letter to Pelosi last week after an Eagle Scout in his district asked that a flag flown over the U.S. Capitol be sent to his grandfather with a certificate inscribed with the message: “In honor of my grandfather Marcel Larochelle, and his dedication and love of God, country, and family.”

The boy and his father contacted Turner’s office after noticing the word “God” was left off the certificate included with the flag. Outraged upon learning that the acting Architect of the Capitol, Stephen T. Ayers, won’t allow religious expressions on flag certificates, Turner sent a protest letter to Pelosi.

Today, Ayers released this memo regarding the immediate modification of the policy in question that governs flags flown over the Capitol. Although this “policy” dates back to the 1970’s there has never been anything in writing that specifies the use of religious or political expression on flags flown over the Capitol. Flags that you pay for ($13.05 + $4.50 for shipping if you want to flown over the Capitol. $9.00 if you want to run it up your own flagpole) with certificates YOU specify/author/choose. Unless the Architect of the Capitol disagrees with what you wanted to say. Damn you Nancy! Now I know you lied when you said my “Bad Motherfucker” flag was in the mail.
When not busy destroying the dreams of teenage Eagle Scouts, Nancy takes aim at homeless sidewalk sleepers also known as “anti-war” protesters:

“If they were poor and they were sleeping on my sidewalk, they would be arrested for loitering, but because they have ‘Impeach Bush’ across their chest, it’s the First Amendment.”

Well at least Nancy seems to be somewhat aware of the First Amendment. Except I’m pretty sure her buddy God is going to be pissed about his name being censored on that flag deal. But wait, there’s more…

“We have to make responsible decisions in the Congress that are not driven by the dissatisfaction of anybody who wants the war to end tomorrow.”

Fair enough Nancy. I can understand how “this war” thing might have caught you off guard. It’s not like “this war” has been in the news much anyway. And besides, you’ve been busy talking to God, arresting homeless people and picking the toilet paper out of your tree ’cause those crazy liberal kids keep TP-ing your house. With all you got going on, I totally understand “ending the war tomorrow” just won’t work for you. I’m not trying to be pushy or anything, but are you busy this weekend? I just checked with everyone and we are all totally free. For sure about 35,000 of us are gonna be pretty siked that our schedules for the next few years will no longer include dodging bullets. Anyways, call me after you hang up with God.

I’m totally Free…