BUTT: Rand Paul

Sorry but I don't get this - below is a quote from Rand Paul:

"With regard to the idea of whether you have a right to health care, you have realize what that implies. It’s not an abstraction. I’m a physician. That means you have a right to come to my house and conscript me. It means you believe in slavery. It means that you’re going to enslave not only me, but the janitor at my hospital, the person who cleans my office, the assistants who work in my office, the nurses.

Basically, once you imply a belief in a right to someone’s services — do you have a right to plumbing? Do you have a right to water? Do you have right to food? — you’re basically saying you believe in slavery. I’m a physician in your community and you say you have a right to health care. You have a right to beat down my door with the police, escort me away and force me to take care of you? That’s ultimately what the right to free health care would be."

Someone please explain this to me - I don't see any connection between slavery and healthcare. Since when does being a physician require you to see a patient?

BUTT: Hasidic Jewish news publication: Der Tzitung

The two women present in the briefing room during the attack of Osama bin Laden's compound (one of them Secretary of State Hillary Clinton) were photoshopped OUT of the the now-famous photograph for publication in their newspaper.

This is why I have a problem with extremist religious fanaticism in all its forms.

FACE: Barack Obama

Yes, America's first black president with the funny sounding name and Kenyan father did what Bush and Co. couldn't - he found Osama bin Laden. I can't help it - I just LOVE this man. Take THAT, Donald.

BUTT: Donald Trump

Mr. Combover still doesn't believe Barack Obama is an american citizen. White supremacy is alive and well and not just in Dixie.

2011 Ugliest-Couch-in-the-World Winner

It's official
http://www.norwoodmall.com/ugly/ugly_158.htm

This is why I don't Twitter.

The hyphen

I hate punctuation in web addresses. I really wanted to call my blog facebutt, but that title wasn't available. Just look at what comes up.

http://facebutt.blogspot.com/

eek. On second thought, don't look.

Then I tried facebutts. That wasn't available either. Now look at what comes up.

http://facebutts.blogspot.com/

Even scarier than the first. Is that writing swedish?

So the hyphen is a necessary evil. So remember:
FACE - BUTT.
If you forget the hyphen, I can't guarantee what you'll see.

The towel

Last year, Gary hired a fellow to help him with his gutter business - a nice guy - young, impressionable, still learning how the world works. He moved to town from the country with his girlfriend. They had a little dumpy apartment on the east side and shortly after moving in together, she dumped him. He was unable to afford the rent on his own and Gary, being the nice guy that he is, offered to let him stay with us until he got back on his feet and worked out another arrangement.

Immediately following his move into our house, I kept noticing a towel hanging from the towel bar in the bathroom. One day it would say "FACE". Another day it would say "BUTT". For a month and a half I've seen this towel hanging in my bathroom. It made me smile every time I looked at it.

It had never occurred to me to even create such a towel. If you had washed your butt properly in the shower to begin with, why would you even need a separate area of your towel to wipe your face?

And so begins my third blog.

Welcome to FACE-BUTT.

I wish I could say it was me in the photo holding the towel. Sadly, I'm not that handsome. It is neither my partner or the temporary housemate that actually owns the towel that inspired this new blog. I will probably receive legal notice to cease and desist using said photo for some copyright gobbledygook. I'll let you know if that happens.

My first blog, Nakomabunkport, was meant to chronicle the home improvement projects of my 100-year-old house as they unfolded for the benefit of my family, none of whom live in the state. My second blog, ThriftyUplifty, was meant to chronicle the amazing bargains that our heavenly father would bestow upon me via garage sales and thrift-store trolling.

While I consider myself a political ignoramus, I have lots of opinions on just about every topic. And the other two blogs just weren't the right place to vent. A blog is the perfect way to get those opinions out of my system. And I gotta tell ya, if something bugs me, I sure do feel better after I write about it.

So here's how it works: If I like something or someone, I'll post it as "FACE" and give you a brief reason why I feel that way and possibly refer to other things that you can read to help substantiate those feelings. If something rubs me the wrong way, I'll post it as "BUTT". Get it? Got it? Good.