All that bitching and moaning you’ve been reading here about pork and earmarks ad nauseam?
Forget I spoke:
A pond in Milford, a nonprofit organization in Newton, a business in Northborough, and Brandeis University all stand to gain federal funding in a multibillion-dollar spending bill making its way through Congress.
The region’s Capitol Hill delegation set aside more than $8 million for local projects as part of the supplementary budget proposal, needed to keep the federal government running through the end of its fiscal year, Sept. 30.
The earmarks, as proposals for specific projects are known, for local projects are among nearly 9,000 such appropriations in the $410 billion spending package.
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Congressman Barney Frank, a Newton Democrat who represents the Fourth District, said his support was based on individual assessments of each project.
“This notion that all earmarks are bad things is really stupid,” said Frank. “I’ve got parts of my district that need some things more than others do. Each one of these is different.”
Exactly, Congressman: couldn’t have put it better myself. That pond in Milford “needs some things”; to ignore it would be “stupid”. Now, where the hell is Milford?
Thank God I live in Massachusetts where I have selfless civil servants like Barney Frank, Ted Kennedy, and John Kerry looking out for me. I can call them fascists, communists, worthless teat-sucking, freeloading, no good sons of bitches—and frequently do!—and still enjoy the pork chops, ham hocks, fatback, and bacon that they bring home in such abundance.
Speaking of which:
More than 100,000 Massachusetts homeowners who cannot refinance at current low rates because of falling property values may now be able to do so as part of the Obama administration’s housing plan.
I recall this exchange between John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction:
Vincent Vega: Want some bacon?
Jules Whitfield: No man, I don’t eat pork.
VV: Are you Jewish?
JW: Nah, I ain’t Jewish, I just don’t dig on swine, that’s all.
VV: Why not?
JW: Pigs are filthy animals. I don’t eat filthy animals.
VV: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.
JW: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I’d never know ’cause I wouldn’t eat the filthy motherfu**er. Pigs sleep and root in s**t. That’s a filthy animal. I ain’t eat nothin’ that ain’t got enough sense enough to disregard its own feces.
VV: How ’bout a dog? Dog eats his own feces.
JW: I don’t eat dog either.
VV: Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?
JW: I wouldn’t go so far as to call a dog filthy, but they definitely dirty. But, dog’s got personality; personality goes a long way.
VV: Ahh, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?
JW: Well, we’d have to be talking one charming mother-fu**ing pig. I mean he’d have to be ten times more charmin’ than that Arnold on Green Acres, you know what I’m sayin’?
I may not dig on fiscal swine, but economic bacon tastes gooood, monetary pork chops taste gooood.