Monday, February 28, 2011

An Argument for a Better World

Shorter Bill Whittle:
A film starring Robbie the Robot* proves that people should not have big ideas about how to make things better.
Ah, damn you teabaggers! God damn you teabaggers all to hell!

Alternate shorter:
Smart guys are dumb as proven by this science fiction movie I am smart enough to appreciate.

Video here contains three minutes and thirty seconds of Forbidden Planet plot description because Bill Whittle is five years old and has just seen his first movie.

*ROBBY the Robot, dumbass.

Ann Althouse

Meade as chivalrous defender of his wife's vapidity is getting very entertaining.

Sadly, No! could up the hit count with another of these.


An idiot and her lapdog dressing up as journalists in a profoundly kinky game.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Old Faithful

Yay! It's Michael Moriarty!
Saw The Devil’s Advocate for the third time the other night.

No one in film has so dissected and anatomized diabolical corpi with more dedication and precision than Al Pacino.

Not even the combined forces of Martin Scorcese and the chilling characters he created with Robert DeNiro can come up with the living, breathing reality of what Pacino only began to discover with his Michael Corleone of The Godfather.
Okay, a little purple...
Prophetically and, I imagine, presciently, I initially spelled Godfather as Todfather.

Yes. The Deathfather!

That rather says it all.
Okay, typos are a casting of the I Ching as iPhones let you know...
The great excitement in the film [Insomnia] is that [Pacino] is paired with another, specifically comic genius, Robin Williams, who is equally given to a Shakespearean range of theater games.*

Both of these volcanoes play the most divinely impressive game of who can out-underplay the other. With explosive possibilities rumbling within the Pacino/Williams Showdown, what we’re invited to watch are two extraordinary artists laying out the mysteries of two seemingly normal but tragically flawed men.
I danced to such slaughter until I met Janet Reno in the backroom of a Washington D.C. hotel. The sulfur rising from our chicken dinners was prophetically tyrannical. It was a preview of the enlightened despotism to be found in the Progressively Marxist New World Order of the Obama Nation. Such sulfur literally pores out of Joe Bidon’s pro-abortion Catholicism as his high-speed train pummels us more firmly into debt.
There we go, back to normal.

No wonder people take Andrew Breitbart's media empire seriously.

*All italics are Moriarty's. He just likes 'em is all.

Sniffles in Orbic

Just testing some stuff. Am I going loopy or is the bass so heavy that the video compression fucks up on the beat?

Portions of the audio via this.


By Ken Lum.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Shipping Conditions


This gentleman thinks snow is funny.

But the night comes and HE SCREAMS.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Oh To Be A Guy Who Writes About Wish Fulfillment

A headline over at the Wall Street Journal's Op-Ed page:

Oh, To Be a Teacher in Wisconsin

How can fringe benefits cost nearly as much as a worker's salary? Answer: collective bargaining.

There follows the usual article complaining that teachers get what they negotiated. After:
Mr. Costrell is professor of education reform and economics at the University of Arkansas.
Guy, I dunno what your job pays, but you know what to do if your elitist professor job doesn't pay for shit.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Because I Love You...

...I bring you the best.

A grateful reader sends this along. You really need to watch it. ALL THE WAY THROUGH.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Great Bifurcation

Over at the NRO's link roundup:

I know how I read that. I wonder if my reading would ever occur to Taranto?

Also: who wants Eloi stew?

This Made Me Laugh

The much-blogged-about salt-truck post made me notice this (which I'm sure I've seen before, but whatever, you nitpicker):

Apparently being a public servant in Wisconsin doesn't pay for shit. I wonder what you could do about that?

Jack Kirby

Over at Boing Boing:

My friends at Hilobrow are running a really fun series of posts about comic book legend Jack Kirby. It's called Kirb Your Enthusiasm, and each essay is by a different person analyzing a panel from a Kirby title. Posts so far include Douglas Rushkoff on The Eternals, John Hilgart on Black Magic, Gary Panter on Demon, Dan Nadel on OMAC, and Deb Chachra on Captain America.

I lucked out and got to write about Kamandi.

A lot of the silly comics panels I post are by Jack Kirby and however kooky they are there's always something lurid and arresting and resonant about Kirby's comics. Also! I! Like! Exclamation points!!!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011




Sven Nykvist on filming The Sacrifice:
And Tarkovskij knew what he wanted. He had a scene he had dreamt about doing for a long long time, for ten years, he claimed. It was to be the final scene of The Sacrifice. The main character's house burns down to the ground before his very eyes, he apparently goes insane and is taken away in an ambulance. The entire scene was supposed to be done in one single take while the camera moves along a hundred meter long rail. We had special-effects people brought in from England as there was a requirement in place that the house burn down in eight minutes and ten seconds sharp. Otherwise the film cartridge would run out.

For an entire week this scene was meticulously rehearsed. We had decided to not shoot the scene under sunlit conditions, and so we were forced to get up at two o'clock in the morning, do a few test runs, and then to commence shooting the scene at a carefully selected moment just prior to sunrise.

Approximately half-way through the take, my assistant yells out, "Sven - the camera is losing speed! We got twenty..., now we're at sixteen frames per second! What shall we do?"

Just to be on the safe side, in case problems should arise, I had deployed another camera approximately midway along the rail, so I said, "Swap the cameras!"

Within thirty seconds he had changed the camera and we continued filming. Tarkovskij had not noticed that we had changed camera, nor had the majority of the others. They were all watching the fire, and when it was over and the ambulance had made its exit everybody cheered over the fact that everything had turned out so well.

Then I got to tell about what had happened. Tarkovskij almost cried. The film was immediately developed to see if we in spite of everything could use some of the existing material. But, there was no way. Whatever the case, it was definitely not the sequence Tarkovskij had dreamt about for all these years - and it was even supposed to be the climactic sequence of the movie.

We really didn't have the funds to re-build the house and to do a second take. Long discussions ensued, where even Erland and I were involved in our roles as co-producers. The actors were fortunately still under contract for another while. We received some additional funding through our Japanese co-producer, and in the end we all decided to give it another shot. Nothing is impossible, as Ingmar Bergman was fond of saying. It was his gang behind the camera here. The house was re-built!

This time, however, I requested of Andrej that he agree that we build two sets of rails, and that the shoot should, just to be safe, be be shot simultaneously by the two cameras mounted at slightly different elevations. For an entire day we rehearsed with both cameras to ensure that they both moved in identical manner. We shot the scene one morning when everything seemed just right, but at the same moment Andrej was about to yell "Camera!" the sun appeared.

Tarkovskij shouted, "What shall I do?"

I said, "Look, there's nothing you can do,...! The sun is coming out, the house is already on fire - and we're on our second house!"

Fortunately, it turned out just fantastic. As the smoke billowed forth from the house the sun shone right through it and generated some truly great shading on the ground. It was a lucky strike indeed that the sun appeared - entirely to our advantage, and Tarkovskij was exceedingly pleased when he saw the end result.

Variations on a Theme

Your dad puts the paint on with bucket and trowels
Sadly the truckers just want in his bowels
Yes they'll tear at his wig while they ream out his bum
But the whore done up dirty is really your mum.

Your dad puts his face on to hang at the park
But the rouge goes to waste when he's humped in the dark
None see the smears when his eyes tear up sucking
But your mom leaves the lights on for real whorish fucking.

Your dad is a puppet on multiple dicks
If he could count then you bet he'd turn tricks
In a weekend he'll gulp down whole gallons of come
But the story of whoredom still features your mum.

Your daddy takes peggings while in schoolgirl leggings
From ladies who work at Sephora
They paint up his face to his utter disgrace
But hey it's your mom that's the whora.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Taking Requests

I am positive this is what fish meant and he is a very sick individual.

A paste gone awry means accidental Outkast:

Majority Rule

Mike "Gamecock" DeVine:
As Scarlett would say: “Tomorrow is another day.”

Tomorrow is when Americans that lose fair and square elections accept the will of their fellow citizens and wait for the next election to try and change matters to their liking. Americans don’t take to the streets en masse like the subjects of the latest Thugocracy in Venezuela.

At least most of us don’t.
Here's where we stretch things out before the punchline. You know, I actually and really and for true dreamed last night that I had a guest spot on Bill O'Reilly's show. I was supposed to talk about some piece of scandalous art and Phyllis Schlafly was supposed to be on too. I was there in a hotel room, got a limo to the studio, rode the elevator with all the employees, and somehow then managed to miss my time slot. So I wandered around the office looking for someone to apologize to - don't wanna get off that gravy train - and eventually I found Bill's office. His door was open and I was about to go in and folks were making signs not to. He was asleep in a ridiculous position, curled up in his chair almost sliding off his desk and snoring like a congested elephant. So I went to a lounge to wait for him to wake up and where a bunch of Foxy girls flirted with me or made fun and then when one started inspecting my body I woke up. I am ready to be the new Alan Colmes.

Oh, Mike "Gamecock" DeVine's tagline to every post he makes:
“One man with courage makes a majority.” - Andrew Jackson

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Late to the Game

Shorter Paul Dreissen:
Let me take a crack at writing that same fucking DDT column that everyone else already wrote. It's important!

Saturday, February 19, 2011

In The Bathroom

Jesus Christ this is so juvenile but his voice is built to sample. The accent is alien enough that you listen a little harder to figure out what he's saying but it's clear enough that it's hard to mistake what the meaning is.* He hits the stressed syllables pretty hard and the halting preacher style leaves a generous amount of space between words. When you get something to chop up his words for you - because you'd never waste that time on your own - the divisions are pretty clean and you get an instant virtual preacher instrument.

*Okay, this is a moderate lie. "God's Butt Thingie" is actually a kind of lispy "God's Butt Singing" - the latter being pretty funny but less of a silly dance line - so consider yourself hoodwinked by the Power of the Headline.

Another Irony Test

Robert Costa:
Thousands gathered outside of the state capitol this afternoon to support Gov. Scott Walker. Teachers and firefighters circled the tea party as it rallied. Gadsden flags clashed with union banners in the cold Wisconsin air. It was a beautiful sight — loud, raucous, animated, and sweaty. Andrew Breitbart, Herman Cain, Brad Thor, Tim Phillips, and Joe the Plumber have addressed the crowd.
It is nice to see Wisconsin's finest leaders addressing the citizenry.
Some signs spotted at the rally:

– “Stop leeching, start teaching!”

– “Walker 2012″

– “Obama: Worry about your own deficit”

– “I went to work yesterday”

– “We aren’t hired cronies”

Friday, February 18, 2011


In Wisconsin a whole bunch of people are apparently in danger of getting their contracts torn up over things the governor fucked up. The outrage, for some, is over intemperate language:

Now I don't much think the implied death-threat of the crosshairs registers on the scale of smart or wise, but you know, saying you’re going to tear up the contracts of thousands of people and back that with military force is what a dictator does. It’s part of the job description.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

God's Butt Thingie

It appears I am going to have to sample his speeches and chop them up to make him heard.

If you could somehow put it to a some phat booty beats, that would be great, too.

Dr. J. Vernon McGee

I love listening to Dr. J. Vernon McGee. He's got an accent and delivery that's part yokel, part lawyer, part cranky elder, part brain-damage victim and all preacher. He's dead now, so though you can hear him on Christian radio all over the place you don't have to worry any more that he's in pursuit of an active mission to turn people into kooks. He is worm food.

The idea of his radio shows was just a close-read of the Bible, verse by verse, attempting to explain what was going on with hillbilly common sense and an occasional Greek or Hebrew word - no KJV purist he - to appeal to the inferiority complex of the frightened fuck-ups looking for a guide to salvation.

His plowing through the Book of Revelations is fun because Revelations makes no sense at all: it's pretty much just babbling and as I say I like his voice. I haven't listened to his take on the Song of Solomon: saving it as a treat.

Listen if you dare, sissies.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Life Preservers

In a response to this stupid bullshit Jacob T. Levy quotes himself and I like it:
In a world filled with states, officeholders and officials should view themselves as having political responsibility as analyzed by Weber, which is much like [David] Miller’s remedial responsibility. They wield power that is not morally legitimated by its origins; the power exists because of morally neutral historical and social accidents. What remains is moral responsibility for what is done with the power.

State officials then confront a world in which their authority gives them unusual power over outcomes. In a world full of drowning children, they are unusually likely to have access to life preservers.

War Crimes

Here's a non-surprise:
Rafid Ahmed Alwan al-Janabi, codenamed Curveball by German and American intelligence officials who dealt with his claims, has told the Guardian that he fabricated tales of mobile bioweapons trucks and clandestine factories in an attempt to bring down the Saddam Hussein regime, from which he had fled in 1995.

"Maybe I was right, maybe I was not right," he said. "They gave me this chance. I had the chance to fabricate something to topple the regime. I and my sons are proud of that and we are proud that we were the reason to give Iraq the margin of democracy."
Gee, I'll bet all the dead people are grateful for his courage. He probably has flowers thrown at him when he's out on the streets of Baghdad, right?
In a series of meetings with the Guardian in Germany where he has been granted asylum, he said he had told a German official, who he identified as Dr Paul, about mobile bioweapons trucks throughout 2000.

Monday, February 14, 2011


Mark Kirkorian is heartened:
A small piece of evidence to counter my pessimism about Egypt came right after Mubarak’s departure, when ordinary Egyptians organized themselves to clean up the mess in Tahrir Square[.]
That was indeed a nice picture of folks coming together to make things better.
This all may sound charming but unimportant, but it’s not. Anyone who’s been to the third world has seen trash strewn everywhere. This isn’t because less-developed countries produce more trash; in fact, they produce less. And it’s also not just because of lack of money for a proper waste-disposal infrastructure. Rather, it’s the product of a lack of civic consciousness and responsibility, without which ordered liberty is impossible.

Yes, the good news of the day is that Cairenes are potential non-savages.

Sometimes the natives of these third-world backwaters harness their primitive beats in protest of the ruin of their surroundings:

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Buildings That Hurt You

Was in Toronto for a quick meeting - sorry DKW! - and got to make it to the ROM with a relative.

There are some interesting things in that building:

Unfortunately a bunch of it is taken up with the Michael Lee-Chin Crystal, a building which requires careful navigation:

Handy guardrails keep the building from splitting your skull. It remains to be understood how the building feeds itself in the absence of BRAINZ.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Gay Marriage Between Men and Women

Nicola Davison at Slate:
I'm at a fake-marriage market, where Chinese lesbians and gay men meet to find a potential husband or wife. In China, the pressure to form a heterosexual marriage is so acute that 80 percent of China's gay population marries straight people, according to sexologist Li Yinhe, a professor at the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences. To avoid such unions, six months ago, Shanghai's biggest gay Web site,, started to hold marriage markets once a month.
Shampagne all around.

Friday, February 11, 2011


The Corner advertises the NRO's current offerings:

The editors counsel caution — not euphoria — over the Egyptian protests.

Charles Krauthammer outlines a new foreign-policy manual for the U.S.: the Freedom Doctrine.

RiShawn Biddle suggests that the U.S. overturn “reverse” seniority rules for teachers.

Henry Payne observes that the Internet has spread to rural areas — without government’s help.

Lou Dolinar chides President Obama for supporting the high-speed-rail boondoggle.

Robert VerBruggen warns against an effort to unionize airline-security workers.

Mona Charen coaches baby boomers to age gracefully.

Michelle Malkin demands that Congress defund Planned Parenthood.

This sounds like a staff meeting in hell.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

For Future Use

I'm sure it'll come in handy.

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Ripped off from here.

One of These Days, A Book

A nice Lulu vanity print of this shit would make a fine parting gift to anybody I wanted to part with:

The pirates’s boners are turgid and throbbing
They’re needing a fuck or a decent blowjobbing
But nary a woman is there to be had
So they’ll have to make do with your slut of a dad.

Does it really require context?

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

What Need Does This Asshole Talking Fulfill?

Donald Rumsfeld can't shut his fucking mouth:
The "war on terror" prison at the US naval base in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba is "one of the finest prison systems in the world," former defense secretary Donald Rumsfeld said in an interview with Fox News on Tuesday.
Perhaps a certain president could show this somehow-not-yet-beaten-to-death-in-prison asshole what an asshole he really is, and perhaps my ass poops ice-cream.

The Death of Multiculturalism

Daniel Foster:
Reacting to David Cameron’s Luton Munich speech, one prominent Canadian community leader said Cameron was “spot on” when he insisted British multiculturalism has failed, adding that Canada’s multi-culti experiment was no better off.

“The Canadian multicultural model has failed, as the British model has,” the leader said. “When first generation (Muslims) are more loyal to Canada than the second generation, then we have sufficient evidence to say that multiculturalism has failed.”
Foster is one of the smarter Cornerites - which elevates him to stupidity I suppose - so he saves the punchline until the end:

So who’s the leader? Tarek Fatah, founder of the Muslim Canadian Congress.

More here.

The link goes to the Toronto Sun, a paper nobody needs to read ever, and the few other Canadian papers covering it seem to mostly be those interested in arguments against multiculturalism. Should you choose to follow the link, you'll find that the arguments against multiculturalism are that Mulsims aren't loyal to Canada, and also that 18 guys got arrested for concocting a plot to blow stuff up.

To the first of these two points I'd answer that if the measure of failure is loyalty to Canada then we gotta stop sucking Neil Young's cock. Really, one of the strengths of Canada, at least in the west where I grew up, is a notable lack of patriotism, notwithstanding these shitty commercials for shitty beer. I just do not care if your ambition is to move to Pakistan, though I hope it works out. I suppose the area on which Canadians can agree is that America sucks and Americans are stupid, although we all wanna go live in the warm parts of America forever and have sex with Americans and never come home ever. Unless we get cancer or something.

To the second, it's really bad that dumb people following a stupid religion wanna blow stuff up. But, you know, there's a war on that nearly everyone agrees is stupid. Some people are just not gonna be content to wave signs.


Coincidentally I've been listening to a BBC documentary about Muslim areas in Sweden.

MP3 link.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Tom Cruise and the Slaves

Via Brendan an article about Scientology. There are incidents detailed that are new to me, but most of the material on the CoS itself is typical stuff from an investigative article on Scientology: abuse, money, egomania, and a wall of silence around what the church actually does and believes. The most interesting thing about the article to me is that many of the defectors are believers in the good that Scientology can do, they just don't like how the hierarchy works. A standard religious conundrum I guess. I wound up having a little pity for Tommy Davis, who comes across there and elsewhere and elsewhere and elsewhere and elswhere as a tightly-wound shitbag and obvious liar, yet a pawn of an organization that can't let go of any power it conceives it has. I kind of hope he's able to wear an old shirt with paint on it and some cutoffs down to the 7-11 to get a Slurpee once in a while.

On to juicy celebrity news!
Brousseau also says that he helped customize a Ford Excursion S.U.V. that Cruise owned, installing features such as handmade eucalyptus panelling. The customization job was presented to Tom Cruise as a gift from David Miscavige, he said. “I was getting paid fifty dollars a week,” he recalls. “And I’m supposed to be working for the betterment of mankind.” Several years ago, Brousseau says, he worked on the renovation of an airport hangar that Cruise maintains in Burbank. Sea Org members installed faux scaffolding, giant banners bearing the emblems of aircraft manufacturers, and a luxurious office that was fabricated at church facilities, then reassembled inside the hangar. Brousseau showed me dozens of photographs documenting his work for Cruise.

Both Cruise’s attorney and the church deny Brousseau’s account. Cruise’s attorney says that “the Church of Scientology has never expended any funds to the personal benefit of Mr. Cruise or provided him with free services.” Tommy Davis says that these projects were done by contractors, and that Brousseau acted merely as an adviser. He also says, “None of the Church staff involved were coerced in any way to assist Mr. Cruise. Church staff, and indeed Church members, hold Mr. Cruise in very high regard and are honored to assist him. Whatever small economic benefit Mr. Cruise may have received from the assistance of Church staff pales in comparison to the benefits the Church has received from Mr. Cruise’s many years of volunteer efforts for the Church.” Yet this assistance may have involved many hours of unpaid labor on the part of Sea Org members.
Rich people love free stuff.


Author Lawrence Wright interviewed here. Thank the manqué.

Waltzing's for Dreamers

See Richard Thompson move from easygoing jokester to heartbreaker in mere moments. Surely the mark of a psychopath. Also watch him tune up mid-solo. This is about as sappy a melody and sentiment as I can handle in a least from people who are not Gods Walking The Earth, which Richard Thompson obviously is. Seek out a studio version; a smidge of gurl harmony really adds to the song cuz you get TWO pathetic losers instead of one.


Oh play me a blue song and fade down the light
I'm sad as a proud man can be sad tonight
Just let me dream on, oh just let me sway
While the sweet violins and the saxophones play
And Miss, you don't know me, but can't we pretend
That we care for each other, till the band reach the end

One step for aching, and two steps for breaking
Waltzing's for dreamers and losers in love
One step for sighing and two steps for crying
Waltzing's for dreamers and losers in love

Now they say love's for gamblers, oh the pendulum swings
I bet hard on love and I lost everything
So don't send me home now, put a shot in my arm
And we'll drink out old memories and we'll drink in the dawn
And Mr Bandleader won't you play one more time
For I've good folding money in this pocket of mine

Oh, one step for aching, two steps for breaking
Waltzing's for dreamers and losers in love
One step for sighing, and two steps for crying
Waltzing's for dreamers and losers in love

Oh Miss, you don't know me, but can't we pretend
That we care for each other, till the band reach the end

Oh, one step for aching, two steps for breaking
Waltzing's for dreamers and losers in love
One step for sighing, two steps for crying
Waltzing's for dreamers and losers in love
Waltzing's for dreamers and losers in love

Sunday, February 6, 2011

The End of the Wiki Nonsense

The wiki I was bugging people about here and here was decided by conference call and MediaWiki won. I preferred Tiki just because I thought the ability to install and administrate was better for normal humans, but the guys who are going to have the say over administration without actually administrating seem to think they'll be able to get what they want if they pay other people to do that. MediaWiki is recognizable, and can do WYSIWYG editing along with many other good things if you customize. If the higher-ups can hire someone to make MediaWiki do all the stuff they want done it'll be awesome. The problem for the developer is gonna be getting a meaningful articulation of what the project is supposed to achieve, as I don't think the decision makers have an understanding of what they'll get. I know what I want and a cuddlier-than-Wikipedia MediaWiki installation is good for me, my colleagues in my office and across the country, but I'm not sure the people who are signing off on it are gonna realize their dream for it if they have a hard time spelling out their desires in words.

An okay result for me if it actually goes live and doesn't get bogged down in meeting after meeting resulting in tweak after tweak. As for the result for them, we hope for a patient developer who is okay with computer baby-talk and handholding.

Usenet: Overrun By Pornography?

Saturday, February 5, 2011


Please explain:

Friday, February 4, 2011

Just Fuck

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Somehow I sense that granny meat belongs here.

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Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Battle Against Bullshit

Toodling around at The Corner I saw this from John J. Miller:
I’ve probably never done this before, but I’m going to leap to the defense of Jimmy Carter. This legal action against him is the very definition of a frivolous lawsuit. If plaintiffs had to pay costs when they lost lawsuits, we wouldn’t see nonsense like this.
Quite right, the suit's bullshit and woe betide Regnery if such suits gain traction. Or, you know, The National Review. And The Corner!

There's more:
By the way, Carter hasn’t been “officially charged with fraud.” He has merely been accused of it. Big difference.
Who's he talking to? Oh right, the bit's titled "re: President Carter’s ‘Fraud’" so there must be an item further down. And there is:
A provocative case — Unterberg et al. v. Jimmy Carter et al. — is under way against former president Carter for his analysis (if that is the right word) of the Israel-Palestine crisis, Palestine: Peace, Not Apartheid. The Washington Post reports that five dissatisfied customers, to put it mildly, have filed a class-action lawsuit in Manhattan federal court against Carter and his publisher, Simon & Schuster, alleging that the 2006 book ought to have been classified as a work of fiction.
Provocative! Thanks to Miller the piece has been updated:
Correction: This post originally carried the title “President Carter Officially Charged with Fraud.” The mistake has since been changed. The fault is my own.
Here is the new title:
President Carter Officially Sued for Fraud
All better.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Things I Like

I like this cartoon about the Super Bowl.

Even better are the cranky comments underneath.

May the halftime show be spectacular.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Liberal Speech Codes


Comment #1:


A question:
Would you eat meat that was grown in a lab?
Hmm, meat that hadn't been attached to a live animal which was walking around in its own shit and periodically shocked or burned or otherwise beaten and confined in a small space to suffer...

How could that possibly be tasty meat?

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