So I had to shorten things up.
First up, we have Dee from over at Conservatism with Heart addressing the KC Tea Party:
(That's it for videos, I'm linking the rest.)
Now there were plenty of people, from the smattering of idiots that were bound to show up at the tea parties and get singled out by the media that are buying the MoveOn(left) party line to the idiots on the left (the story-inventing CNN reporterette (who found said smattering of idiots) and Janeane Garofalo (30 seconds of this shit will suffice)) that could easily qualify as AOTW. Not gonna be them (as there are too damn many possibilities).
As for the garage sale, I have a lot of pics (for me, more than one is a lot. So I'll be posting them in a separate post timed a minute before this one (for reading continuity). But this was the scene that wore my ass out:
For the record, I was up before the kids (6:45 or so), we started setting up around 7:30, finished about 9:00 (the people started showing earlier), my sis bolted around 2:00 (something about 3 hours of sleep and a wedding to attend at 5:00 (with a bunch of shit to do in between (and she didn't kick my ass))), and I didn't finish tearing shit down until 5:00 (except for shoving the mega-box (could hold a couple of refrigerators) into the garage after loading it outside for easy pickup THEN seeing it was going to rain. I made about $77 on the whole thing. Moreover, I cleared a lot of space. Space is good.
I could also have declared myself (or my sister who came over to help me) the AOTW. But I've already mocked myself and she'd beat the shit out of me for doing so. So.
That leaves me with a story which finally has reached a point where the AOTW can be declared. Unfortunately, it ain't the perennial asshat getting the award:
First let me talk about Stuart Smalley (oops, I mean Al Franken (no, I mean Stuart fucking Smalley)).
If there were an Asshat Lifetime Achievement Award, this bastard would be in line ahead of fellow Air(head) America failed talk show host (and asshat) Janeane Garofalo, and just behind John McCain (who I still haven't forgiven). This insult to a pair of fucking clown shoes (bonus points for the movie reference (it was included in the deleted scenes only)) was an ok writer and talent on Saturday Night Live. He had some minor roles (the first part of From the Earth to the Moon will always be sullied by his presence (his character is a (surprise!) political asshat).
So he gave up this minimal career and got into talk radio. He got paid a lot of money, and failed to get any listeners. For those of you who judge radio people by ideology rather than numbers, this is why he sucked ass. If you're entertaining, informative (more or less), and at a minimum, interesting, then you'll get listeners. If you're just angry, and uninteresting, and you just blather crap, you're gone (this is why Michael Savage (the Antichrist) still thrives: He's at least interesting sometimes).
So Mr Smalley, possessing the intellect of a can of WWII-era peas, decided that politics was his next career. So off he went to Minnesota, where they were cracked enough to elect former pro wrestler and actor Jesse "the Governor" Ventura (who was a way better governor that the castrated Schwarzenegger). And his target was RINO Norm Coleman.
Well, with the results in, Coleman had a few hundred votes lead.
Then the recounts started. And Lo and Behold, Stuart Smalley crawled out to a lead, something Algore never managed to do.
But the courts have sided with the douchebag, and now Normie is appealin'.
I said this in 2000, and as much as I despise the asshat Franken, it's time to suck it up and take te damned loss. Stick Minnesota with their miserable-assed choice for a Senator. Don't whine because you think (I mean know) you got cheated. That shit happens in politics, so once the election's over, it's over.
Then hope we can eventually repeal the 17th Amendment (the one that makes Senators popularly elected rather than chosen by the state legislatures) so this shit never happens again.
But Norm, for dragging it out longer than an 90-year-old in a nudie booth with his Viagra bottle empty, you gett to be a bigger asshat this week than Stuart Smalley. Because you're good enough, you're smart enough, and doggone it, people hate you.