The Bride of Frankenstein. I never want to watch that damn movie again.
I watched with ear phones and that woman who wouldn't stop screaming got on my last damn nerve. Someone should have removed her vocal chords like they would with a peacock. (If you don't agree, go watch the movie. It is the thinnest, highest pitched scream and it keeps on popping up.)
I used to love that movie when I was a kid. And I still love parts of it. But watching it today, I realized how irritating that woman is with her screams. (I'm not referring to the Bride. This is a town woman.)
Okay, Paul Street. Mentioned him this week. And why don't I like him asks two e-mails?
I don't like liars. He covers for Jerry Scahill among others.
Then there's the fact that he called Hillary a "monster" and thought that was clever and funny.
Then there's the liar that he is.
Did he support Barack?
To read his articles no.
But the real Paul? Planning on voting for him even when he was raking Barack over the coals.
And he got so offended when he was accused of racism (I don't believe he's racist -- whatever other faults he has, I don't believe he's racist) but he's so happy to call others that.
Also he was an idiot who rooted for John Edwards way too long. He was still rooting for Edwards at the start of May 2008.
Edwards was a joke and so is Paul Street.
He likes to pretend that he saw the light about Barack when no one else did but the reality is that all that time he was planning on voting for Barack. You won't get that from his books. There's a great deal he hides.
Here's C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"