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Friday, September 03, 2004

It's Obviously Miller Time 


I was listening to the RNC the other night (the TV was on, but I was out of the room) and I heard someone ripping into a tirade against John Kerry, essentially equating him to a big ole pussy-boy. I couldn't believe the things this man was saying. Weapon of death after weapon of death after weapon of death, and Kerry had voted for none of them! Like a little girl! Like a dangerous, cowardly radical! It seemed to me that Kerry would bomb the country himself if given the opportunity, so flimsy was his resolve, so brittle his spine. I asked my friend, who is this spreader of bile, this man who lies so shamelessly, whipped into a fervor like he's on some serious Kool Aid?

Turns out, it was a fellow Democrat. This man.



Zealot! Loon! Angry white male! Sellout! Poop eater! Jive monkey! Turkey brain! Hellspawn! Jerk!


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Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Kobe Gets Off -- I Mean, Er... 


Laker star and awfully handsome chap Kobe Bryant has had rape charges against him dropped.
Prosecutors in the Kobe Bryant rape case will ask a judge on Wednesday to drop the rape charge against the basketball player, a source close to the case said.

The dismissal would be "with prejudice," meaning prosecutors could not resurrect the case in the future, legal observers said.

Earlier on Wednesday, Bryant's lawyers asked the judge to dismiss the rape charge, arguing prosecutors did not disclose that one of their expert witnesses had information that could help Bryant.

The defense filing did not identify the expert witness, but it is believed to be Dr. Michael Baden, a well-known medical examiner. The prosecution has dropped Baden from its list of expert witnesses.

Please leave basketball-related double-entendres in the comment section.


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More On 77 


Damfacrats links to some more stuff on Flight 77.

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Brothers, Come Together For Mother Russia 


Please, Ambassador Kournikova, explain to we ignorant Americans just what is happening in your homeland? (And bring that Sharapova girl along, too, and wear those little skirts.)
Gunmen with explosives strapped around their waists took more than 200 people hostage at a school in southern Russia near war-torn Chechnya and threatened to blow up the building if the security forces moved in.

In Russia's fourth terror attack within a week, the 20 masked and heavily armed individuals dressed in black burst into the courtyard of the school in the town of Beslan where students were lining up for their first day in school at 10:00 am (0600 GMT).


OR ?

North Ossetia's interior minister, Kazbek Dzantiev, said the hostage-takers had threatened to kill 50 children for every abductor killed, news reports said.

Top Chechen rebel leader Aslan Maskhadov denied that his forces were behind the attack through his spokesman in London.

The hostage-takers had mined the perimeter of the school, police said. "They have placed mines around it and a cow has already blown up on one of them, a spokesman said.

It is a shame and a mystery that a country which produces such hot tennis stars must do battle with terrorism, as Russia does. As an American, I choose to exercise my right to demand that these Chihuahuan rebels cease and desist immediately, so that there be no threat to Russia's hot female athlete export trade -- and I ask you to join me in that demand now.

Prominent politicans such as Howard Stern and Maxim magazine all agree that this valuable resource must be protected, and I propose we take whatever steps necessary to do so. Does that include military intervention? Only time will tell.

But probably, yes.

I do not think most Americans realize just how different life would be without the constant influx of lithe, tan and feline-eyed Russian women; how empty our everyday will become if we continue to allow these barbarians to continue their reign of terror on Russia; how unattractive lesbian tennis players are. The time for complacency has come to an end. For too long we have taken this precious commodity for granted, but now these rebels challenge our very way of life, and it is at times like this, with a clear and gathering danger, that people everywhere -- no matter who can kick whose ass at the Olympics and in a war -- must come together for the common good. Let us stand up, not as Americans, but as horny men, and demand that the madness end in Russia. Civilization depends on it.

So write your local congressperson and your senator and even the President. Better yet, email them, and voice your support for Russia in this time of turmoil. Anna, we will stand beside you always. And behind you. If you know what I mean. Na Zdrovia

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Tuesday, August 31, 2004

And Then This... 


... from Damfacrats, our main man.

On the eve of a Republican National Convention invoking 9/11 symbols, sound bytes and imagery, half (49.3%) of New York City residents and 41% of New York citizens overall say that some of our leaders "knew in advance that attacks were planned on or around September 11, 2001, and that they consciously failed to act," according to the poll conducted by Zogby International. The poll of New York residents was conducted from Tuesday August 24 through Thursday August 26, 2004. Overall results have a margin of sampling error of +/-3.5.

Good God, people! Is this really real? I love when I find polls to agree with.


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Tin Foil, Aisle 4 


Not that tin foil is made of tin anyway (coincidence? I think not) but this little movie seems worth watching. There are many doubters of the official version of 9-11, and some are talented at propaganda/ info-mentary. Like this little gem: it's well put together and offers up some interesting questions about what happened at the Pentagon. It's all very hush hush, right? I mean, the worst crime in American history, and the investigation was closed in, oh, a week, that's it, throw away the key? Seems to me, if we must be bombarded with all the minutae surrounding Laci and Scott Peterson, surely there's room for some of the details of this minor tragedy. You know. A few snippets here and there, an eye witness account or two, maybe some FOIA requests to get the footage confiscated by the FBI.

Enquiring minds want to know! Unless you're of the persuasion -- as most Americans, myself often among them, are -- that it's better, safer, more fun, not to know.

But it's been a while since I've put the hat on, and when I stumbled across that movie the other day, it got the juices flowing again. Would we put anything past the tentacled machine that now pulls the switches and turns the gears?

The Pentagon was officially struck by a Boeing 747, yet wreckage from the plane seemed astonishingly absent. And the thoussands of gallons of red hot jet fuel apparently did little damage to the building or surrounding grounds, which is weird because usually plane crashes make a big mess.

This is a photo of the entry point.



And here is the exit wound, so to speak.



Curiously small, non? One of the theories that has been around basically since 9-12, is that a fighter jet fired a missile into the Pentagon, a wing that was under contruction and lightly populated. It seems that would be easier to pull off than flying a 747 at 500 mph, 15 feet from the ground. With almost no witnesses. And with many saying they saw a small plane.

Now, this is how these photos are labeled, and I wasn't there, and I don't know squat about forensics. At all. Even if I watched CSI, I still wouldn't be able to figure this stuff out. Anyway, watch the movie; it's interesting if nothing else.

Who knows? Well, Don Rumsfeld, Richard Myers and maybe George W. Bush. Could they be that evil? Could the whole LIHOP, MIHOP and all the HOP's have any credence? Consider what we're willing to believe fundamentalists of the Muslim faith are capable of; then think about the tight cabal around Bush and his philosphies: what would they do to ensure the American way is protected and, in fact, the dominant model for the world; that Jesus have his will done; that control of the most precious resource be taken into our steady hands; that freedom ring from here to Persia? Would it not be worth a couple thousand lives to save our nation's future? To open the flood gates to the End Times? These are delusional people, let us not forget, so lost in lies and greed that they can't get their way out, many of them, and the real dangerous ones, the virtuous villains like Feith and Wolfowitz and probably W. himself, are bound and blinded by a radical ideology which, for them, is the only reality.

And look how we've all been thrust into their reality, forced to communicate with their terms. Would you say their aspirations are closer or further from their grasp after 9-11?

I don't really know, but they always tell me anything is possible.

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Big Catfish 


This is just a really big, nonpartisan cat fish.





See?

I, uh -- that thing weighs as much as me. Serious.

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Sunday, August 29, 2004

Why the Japanese Are So Far Ahead of Us 


Gracious me. If anyone lives in Los Angeles, please go to Amagi, a sushi-karaoke bar on Sunset and Gower. They even have parking (!). I was there last night with some folks from the office, by God, and I'll be a samurai if we didn't have the hot damndest time this side of Receda. One gentleman with a Kangol hat and a cell phone on his belt sang Purple Rain to the heavens. Literally. God was like "Keep it down -- nice voice though." Even if the guy sounded more like Tina Turner than Prince, I still cannot stress enough just how purple that rain was. I also got to hear "Sister Christian," which has been stuck in my head, oh, roughly since Boogie Nights came out.

"What's your price for flight?!" (fist pump)

And I did my specialty, "Movin' Out," but as a nasaly lounge singer. I turned my collar up and brought my rum and coke onstage. At one point I got to scream in a rage voice "Is that all you get for your money?!" and then demand that the young people break dance. One girl did the worm.

The vibe in that place was end-of-the-world good fun. Nothing but positive reenforcement, each performer more electric than the last.

Basically.

I just can't stress enough how purple that rain was!

That was only in the main room. There is also a dining area where the more serious, less ironic karaokeans hung out. They had all kinds of funky keyboard sounds and red lights and older gentlemen in suits.

I did not go in that room.

Why isn't everyone doing karaoke all the damn time?

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