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April 30, 2007
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
After my meeting with Iron Man, I decided I couldn't rely on the superhero community. I'd just keep my eyes open and continue on as business as usual. I was still waiting on the Justice League to do another decision on nuking the moon, so I started working on a new project: A computer program that could automatically blog humorous political observation for me by simply Googling today's new stories. It's an advanced project, but only I have the humor expertise to see it through.
I was interrupted, though, by a call today from my sister in Hollywood. Apparently a major studio had decided to go ahead on my movie idea entitled Ninja Nixon. It's a reimagining of Nixon's visit to China with Nixon as a ninja out for revenge. The current tagline is "He's not a crook... but he is a deadly assassin." It's quite a high-concept film, and I'm surprised a major studio approved it.
I told my sister to get in talks with Chow Yun-Fat for the title roll and she told me that she's a costume designer and that isn't her job and I told her I don't care for excuses and hung up the phone. "My dear wife," I told the harpy watching The View, "do you think we should go to Hollywood to make sure they don't screw up my movie? If done right, the ideas expressed in this film could change the world."
"I don't like California because everyone is weird there and they don't let you have guns," she said. "I shoot people who don't let me have guns."
"Well, I guess I'll just pass on my ideas to them, then. Who do you think should play Nixon's wacky sidekick Henry Kissinger?"
"Um... Bruce Willis."
I wrote that down. "Good idea. If this movie doesn't sweep the Academy Awards, such vengeance shall I wreak upon them."
The doorbell rang, and the dog growled and snarled so much you'd think it was Mexican out there. I opened the door and it was Lieutenant Caine from Miami. "Aww... did you lose your friend," I laughed in his face.
He took off his sunglasses. "I know your involved with the disappearance of Arthur Curry."
"Then, when you find his mutilated corpse, can you take a picture so I can frame my work and put it on my office wall?"
He didn't react. "In a building by the docks where we believe Arthur disappeared, we found sand like substance. Spectral analysis showed us it was actually ground up sea shells we traced to a business in Melbourne. While looking through their customer database, we got an anonymous phone call from someone saying he saw you leaving the docks laughing manically about how you killed Aquaman."
"In other words, you've got jack. Well, keep me updated on your case." I slammed the door on him.
"Hey, where are my sunglasses!" I heard him yell from outside as I used some tape to put a new pair of sunglasses on the dog. "It's a felony to take an officer's sun glasses!"
"I hate these distractions," I told my wife. "I'm going to work on movie ideas. If you see Dr. Doom, attacking the country, give me a holler."
The Morale We SHOULD Be Undercutting
Denny of Grouchy Old Cripple was contemplating how the Democrats are the new Tokyo Rose because they're hitting the same three themes that the Japanese used in their propaganda, namely:
1. Your President is lying to you.
I'm not sure about #2, but after a little research, I discovered that there was also a fourth theme - which the Democrats aren't using yet, but it won't surprise me when they do - which I'll call for the sake of decorum "Your wife isn't lonely".
Which got me thinking... maybe we should start working on demoralizing the terrorists:
First Democrat that promises to leaflet Baghdad with this gets my vote.
Aquaman Reviews Comics
Hey, dickweeds. I'm a busy superhero, but I try to take time out of my day to follow what the other superheroes are doing. Thus, I thought I'd give you the benefit of a superhero's opinion on superhero comics.
AQUAMAN COMIC REVIEWS
All-Star Superman #7 - I know a lot of people are raving about this series, but I had trouble following this one. Bizzaros attack from... somewhere... and then Superman saves everybody and puts them on... something. Then Superman goes to the Bizzaro home world and does... something to it. The art could be clearer. Also, how could Superman lose his powers in the end when this series started with him getting supercharged by the sun to point he's dying (like that bastard could ever die)? I really just want more of Superman flying around punching things and shooting things with his eyes, because, really, that's all he's good for. I rate this one a scorpionfish.
By the way, make sure to lobby DC Comics so I get my own All-Star series. They better just make sure they get someone who can write more than one comic a year... unlike Frank Miller (with writing dialog for Batman like "Are you retarded or something?" you can see why it takes him so long).
Detective Comics #831 - Yet another comic of Batman dealing with threats that would only take up one panel in a comic if I were dealing with them. This time he has to deal with two women: One who knows how to do cartwheels (Harley Quinn) and one who has a puppet (the new Ventriloquist). I guess if your main weapon is a boomerang shaped like a bat, you'll stick to enemies who could actually be defeated with said weapon. Really, why is Batman so popular? What problem ever called for a guy in bat suit armed with a boomerang?
Anyway, this comic has "character development" and "emotional content" if for some reason you read comics for that. I rate it a redtail catfish.
Punisher War Journal #6 - Like Batman, the Punisher has no super powers. The difference is that he's smart enough to carry guns. Then again, he hasn't fired one for like three issues. Still, this one could be the setup for an interesting story. Some masked villain is killing people to cause hatred on the American/Mexican border... and I don't think he's Tom Tancredo. So, the Punisher is heading to Mexico to "shoot him in the face." He's also supposed to don a Captain America like costume starting the next issue (he picked up Captain America's mask when Captain America surrendered in the Marvel Civil War), and, frankly, isn't someone with a huge arsenal of firearms a much better representation of America than some guy with an overgrown discus? It's promising, so I rate it an orange roughy.
There was once a comic special in which the Punisher took on everyone in the Marvel universe. I think that would be a great idea with me: Aquaman vs. the DC Universe. Not sure what my motivation would be to kill everyone, but that would be a pretty awesome comic.
Amazing Spider-Man #539 - I'm a bit late on this one, but they're more than a bit late on the follow ups. Anyway, with being hunted by the government and his aunt getting shot, Spider-Man has finally decided to man up and beat the crap out of everyone. Spider-Man always seemed like a little wuss to me, so it's good to see him drop the stupid wisecracks and just start punching people. The return to the black suit is a bit gimmicky, but I liked this comic. I actually starting to believe MJ isn't a beard. I rate it a nurse shark.
Iron Man #16 - Boring. Now that Iron Man is the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., apparently he has a lot of executive duties and not as much time blowing the crap out of stuff. If the main character of the comic has an armored suit that fires lasers, I expect more explosions and less status meetings ("Drafting a mission statement is no problem for the Invincible Iron-Man!"). Maybe the comic will get more interesting with the return of Iron Man's arch-nemesis: The Ten-Ringed Chinaman! I rate this comic a short-finned eel.
Avengers: The Initiative #1 - Neat idea, at least. Now that all people with super powers have to be registered, the American government is putting together a superhero team for each of the fifty states. The new recruits this focuses on don't seem that great so far; one actually has magical gas-riding powers. Also, I'm not sure how long this "The Initiative" Marvel gimmick is going to last. I rate this a California halibut.
Just so you know, if the government ever tried to force me to do anything, the terror I'd unleash on the shores would be unimaginable. All this living underwater has given me a bit of a libertarian streak.
Uncanny X-Men #485 - The current story line is called "The Rise and Fall of the Shi’ar Empire," but a better name would be "A Bunch of Third-Tier X-Men No One Cares About Fighting Villains No One Cares About in Galaxy a Trillion Miles Away from Anything Anyone Cares About (Part 11 of 12)." The only way this series could redeem itself is if everyone dies in the last issue (including the current writer and penciler). I rate this a sea cucumber. (FUN FACT: I don't know if I can command a sea cucumber because I've never been bored enough to try)
Aquaman #50 & #51 - This usually would be the main event, but the comic is still stuck on the "New Aquaman." I'm left as the "Dweller of the Depths" who is a cross between Merlin and Davy Jones from the recent Pirate of the Caribbean movie. Luckily, they had the mercy to kill me off at the end of issue #50. Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, the Green Lantern, and the Flash all came for my underwater funeral at the beginning of #51 (and Superman did wear a rebreather because, as I keep telling you, he cannot breathe underwater). I wouldn't worry too much because I've been around since the forties and you can't kill me off for good. I'm hoping I soon resurrect back in my normal form (including losing that stupid magical water hand for a regular punching hand). If that doesn't happen soon, all the more reason you should all be writing letters to DC Comics for me to get my own All-Star comic.
Anyway, as for the story, there's too much of it. The new writer is some scifi novelist named Tad Williams and he likes to write and write and write. I wish that was the worst of it, but the current artist draws everything in the comic so cartoony you expect Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck to join the adventure. Who makes an evil being that feeds off pain appear cute? Really, they need to bring me back to normal and have this new Aquaman be the new Aqualad (he can't really command sea life yet, but maybe I can teach him). I rate the current comics a goldfish.
That's all for now. You should know that the DC Comics and Marvel Comics big summer events are starting. For DC, it's Amazons Attack, where the Amazons attack America in full force. Really, though, if the combined might of the superhero community and the US military can't take on a bunch of chicks with spears, then America doesn't deserve to exist. For Marvel, they have World War Hulk where Hulk returns to Earth to get vengeance on all the superheroes who did him wrong. Good luck to him.
You can write your opinion on the comics you're reading in the comment section. I'm busy, so I probably won't read any of what you write. Also, I don't like any of you.
Why Again Did FOX News Want This?
The Democrat Presidential Primary Debate was pretty boring, so boring I don't think any of the left-wing blogs even bothered to write about it with all the things they still have to say about Alberto Gonzales. Maybe the debate could be more interesting with some better questions, so here's what I cam up with:
FRANK QUESTIONS FOR A DEMOCRAT PRESIDENTIAL PRIMARY DEBATE
"With President Bush out of office in 2009, do you expect the Democrats to lose focus by not having an enemy to rally against?"
"Would someone like to cede time so we can all point and laugh at Kucinich?"
"John Edwards, how badly did your mother want a girl?"
"When the terrorists attack again, under what object of furniture do you plan to hide?"
"Will one of you have the courage to stand up to the Netroots and tell them it's unhealthy to eat their own feces?"
"Senator Hillary Clinton, on the campaign trail, people are afraid to allow you to kiss their babies out of fear you may eat them. Is this a valid fear?"
"What do you think is more important: To lose the war quickly or decisively?"
"Do you think Americans are deluded enough to think the country would be safe in the hands of you dinguses? If not, what steps do you plan to take in this campaign to make the American people forget about important issues?"
"Do any of you have penises?"
April 29, 2007
Tennessee Titans fan
Blurg. Well, he can't be perfect, then, can he? Only Jesus was perfect. At least he's not a Houston Texans fan (or something equally bad--communist, socialist, gun grabber, illegal immigrant, etc.).
Yes, I'm a Cowboys fan. What gave it away?
April 28, 2007
April 27, 2007
Speak Lies to Weakness
I saw a liberal shouting mathematical axioms at a outlet on the wall.
"I'm speaking truth to power, man!" he answered, his left eye twitching.
"Aren't you taking that a bit literally?"
"SHUT UP, FASCIST!" he screamed at me.
Of course, I was left with no choice but to punch him in his dumb monkey face. Still, it got me thinking: If liberals are speaking "truth to power," then shouldn't we conservatives be speaking lies to weakness? It's worth a shot, at least. And who is the biggest source of weakness? Democrats, of course!
LIES TO TELL DEMOCRATS
"You know how you keep shouting that America has lost the war? You should keep doing that; Americans love that sort of thing."
"This whole VTech shooting tragedy would be a great time to bring back the issue of gun control. That would be great for your party!"
"Pelosi is an attractive woman. She should release a swimsuit calendar."
"I think Harry Reid admitting he doesn't have a penis is a great idea. It would make him a sympathetic character."
"Ted Kennedy has to be the most coherent speaker you guys have. He should really be out front representing you."
"You should have DNC.org redirect to the Daily Kos. They're totally mainstream and won't alienate people at all."
"Hillary needs to show more anger; that's what people want from her."
"That mouse trap is deactivated; go ahead and take the cheese."
What are some other lies we can speak to weakness?
Since it's Friday, I thought I'd spread the joy of humor-free, apolitical Friday Catblogging to IMAO (aka "I-MEOW").
It's not that IMAO really needs apolitical Friday Catblogging, you know. IMAO is strong and vibrant without it.
Friday Catblogging makes IMAO stronger and vibranter, darn it.
Anyway, it's time for Nardo the Fuzzface:
If you're not sure how this absurd scene pertains to IMAO, since IMAO is famous for that "political humor" thing, it doesn't. If you must have some semblance of politics or humor in everything you read here, just assume that Nardo is... um...
Help me out here. Make your suggestions in the comments how this scene is, in fact, a political allegory.
Friday Ark #136 - Today
Carnival of the Cats - Sunday
Catcams - All day long.
WHAT REALLY HAPPENED
Nardo was asleep on Piper's chair when I woke him up.
Nardo rarely stays in a chair when I'm there snapping a photo. He likes to get up and rub against the camera lens.
April 26, 2007
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
After I finished my inane blogging for the day (or "speaking lies to weakness" as I call it), I went to Stark Tower to see if my old college roommate knew anything about Doctor Doom's plans.
"Wow, nice office." He took up the entire top floor and his office decoration had that "I paid good money to have someone decorate this for me" look.
"Not to be rude, but I'm really busy. So, what's up, Frank?" Tony Stark looked stressed to the breaking point.
"Doctor Doom... Muslim terrorist... Nuclear power plant... Monkeys... Any of that ringing a bell?"
"Honestly, I don't care about Doctor Doom's plans unless he's working on a competing contract for the Department of Defense. You think he's up to something?"
"Something involving me, Tony! I have contracts of my own to work on, and it's quite hard with there being some crazed supervillian possibly after me!"
Tony tried to clean up the papers scattered on his desk. "I heard the Justice League was getting in the way of whatever you're working on."
"More like the 'Gay Homo League'!" I retorted. I then thought that was kind of lame and I could do better. "I mean the... um... Stupid League... Okay, I got nothing. Anyway, that's taken care of."
"Be careful, Frank. The Justice League is slow to action, but if they come after you, that's trouble I don't want any part of."
I laughed. "Slow to action? When was your last superheroics?"
"Hey, I act when needed, but flying around in battle armor fighting evil is hard to justify to the Stark Industry stockholders."
I looked out the window behind him to his magnificent view of the bay. "Is that a giant mutant squid attacking that boat?"
Tony turned to look. He began to get up, but then thought better of it. "Eh... I have a lot of forms to fill out; you know how government contracts are. Plus, that's really more of a job for Aquaman, and he doesn't get that many opportunities."
I smiled. "No one has seen Aquaman for about a week."
Tony sighed. "I remember back in my college days I always said, 'One of these days, Frank is going to kill Aquaman.'" He thought for a moment. "Or was it Namor?"
"Never had a beef with Namor." Out the window I could see the red and blue of Spider-Man staring out over the water at the squid and not looking sure of what to do.
"So did you really cause Aquaman to snap in Arizona?"
I sighed. "You said you were busy; why don't I let you get to work and you can tell me later if you hear anything on Victor von Doom."
"I'll ask the Avengers if they know anything."
I chuckled. "Yeah, I'm sure the Fabio looking guy with the big hammer is a real fount of knowledge. Or maybe you can ask the giant green guy who smashes things."
Tony took out some more forms. "He's not part of the Avengers."
"He smashes things."
I noticed the red and gold Iron Man armor standing unused in a display case. "I can't believe you get all the credit for designing that when all you did was come up with gay color scheme after spending countless hours sobering up at Denny's while staring at the ketchup and mustard bottles."
Tony was busy filling out forms and looking more irate. "Yes, I know; the color scheme is gay. Anything else?"
"Your mustache is gay too." I noticed something out of place. "Do you know you have the number for Joey's Pizza stuck to your armor?"
"What?!" He ran over to his armor. "Stupid teenagers! They think it's so funny to put refrigerator magnets on Iron Man... even after I just saved them from aliens! I hate kids!"
"I'll show myself out." I took one last look out his window. Now Daredevil had joined Spider-Man in watching impotently as the mutant squid destroyed the tanker. I guess it was a job for Aquaman.
The Democrats' Plan for Failure Can Help Us Win
President Bush says he'll veto the bill, but maybe he shouldn't. Instead he should say, "The Democrats are very strong and scary. I better sign their bill before they get terse with me!"
Then the troops in Iraq will announce, "The Democrats says things are lost here, so were going to retreat. Run away!"
When the terrorists hear the fading footsteps of the troops, they'll come out of hiding and yell, "We win! We knew America was too weak to stand against us! Now we'll--"
Then the troops will jump out from behind a wall. "Ha! We didn't run away! We just went behind a wall and imitated footsteps fading into the distance! Now we're going to shoot you all in the face! Ooh-rah!" Then they'll shoot all the terrorists in the face.
The terrorists will be like, "GERAGHW! MY FACE! I CAN BARELY TALK BECAUSE MY JAW IS HANGING OFF MY SKULL! BLERGAWHG! TRICKSY DEMOCRATS! WE'LL GET YOU FOR THIS! GLERBLAWG!"
And Harry Reid will have a press conference and say, "This wasn't a trick! We really wanted to surrender because we thought it would help us politically! Please don't hurt us, terrorists! Someone get me a new pair of pants!"
And then that clip will get played over and over on late night shows and we'll laugh and laugh until the clip is overplayed and we're sick of it.
It's a good plan. I came up with it... with the help of the Democrats!
April 25, 2007
American Idol Season Yawn - Superfantastic Lifesaving Charity Event Top Six elimination show
Two hours tonight, y'all. And all the contestants are dressed in white. Yikes. And Ryan says there were over 70 million votes, yay for that, they got their extra 5 million bucks from Newscorp, and Ford, Coke, and the Evil Phone Corporation Which Shall Not Be Named were huge sponsors.
Ryan says it's the most shocking result ever in Idol history or something like that. So Melinda's out? Because if so, then there's no point in watching the rest of the season, best of luck with your album, Jordin, I'll buy it if your first single is good. Or Simon is going to sing tonight? Because Ryan did ask how much money they would have to raise in order for him to sing on AI. And Simon said it would have to be more than 20 million, or 20 million votes, or something like that. I don't remember. Maybe that's the shocker. No, it must be that Melinda is leaving. America is so stupid about music.
But seriously, if Melinda or Jordin goes, what's the point? This season is whack.
Ellen Degeneres is in the Walt Disney Theater or something like that, where Earth, Wind, and Fire is performing a medley of their hits. That's coo'.
Randy Jackson takes us on a tour of New Orleans.
And now there is the donation number. 1877-IDOL-AID. Or AmericanIdol.com.
Is that Quincy Jones? Brand new song written for this event by Quincy. Did he age about 40 years since Ryan shushed him a few weeks ago on the show? Is that someone else altogether? The kids are singing the new song, something about a time to share, and it's set to an African drumbeat or something. I like the beat, and it's very showtunes, so I know the men are HATING it. I like it unless they try to make this a new single or something. They said this is the next "We are the World" or something. Eh, it's ok.
That guy from Will and Grace gives the phone number again and says that if every person who ever voted for Sanjaya gave just one dollar, something something something.
For the record, I absolutely DESPISE the Cingular / new Evil Phone Corporation Which Shall Not Be Named commercial with the mom and daughter speaking in text speak. DESPISE.
Ben Stiller is on, and he has grey hair. He's fighting with his stylist over flyaway hair and then naming off all his movies. I LOVE Zoolander. He's gonna start singing and will not stop until they've raised 200,000,000. And he is singing, and they are scrolling, "Please call 1877-IDOL-AID... as soon as possible... and stop him singing..." "Immediately..." He's still singing... Funny. They've raised $8K. Come on, America.
Ryan and Simon are doing more of the Africa segment, and it's very heartbreaking. Children of 12 as heads of household. There's a boy named Grauman (sp?) raising his sibling(s). Very sad.
Ben Stiller is still singing. $11K.
Teri Hatcher wants you to give, too. So does SarahK.
Forest Whitaker sends a message from Uganda and congratulates everyone taking part in Idol Gives Back.
America voted, and Melinda is safe. Okay, so it's not the most shocking result ever. Ryan, you either lied, or Simon is going to sing later. My money is on Simon singing. Ooh! Maybe he does a duet with Simon.
Pauler went to the Boys & Girls Club in Hollywood. There are 4000 B&G Clubs across America. Really good work they do. Gets kids off the streets when their parents aren't home after school.
Il Divo is on to perform "Somewhere." I heart this song when it's done well. I suspect they'll do it well. You know, I have issues with opera-type music: enunciation. What's so wrong with enunciation, opera people? You're too good for it? Otherwise, I'm on board. And that was lovely. I love male voices. But as a wise Diana Ross would say, you should "pronunciate."
Dr. Phil says to give money. Remember, you'll never stand taller than when you stoop to help a child.
Dr. House, Hugh Laurie, tells us in a cockney accent that we should phone in and help the children.
Ryan says that a member of the audience can introduce the next act if they donate $50. They pan to the audience, and Jack Black is already reaching into his pocket. I say, "It's going to be Jack Black." When they "draw" Jack Black's seat number, B19, a bingo number no less, Frank, who is not watching, asks how I knew. "I was watching the show." He's more interested in getting to Lost. He is not pleased with 1-hour results shows, much less 2 hours? Frank, it's about The Children! And no one will call in to help The Children if they do a half hour results show. I've almost called in twice now and suspect I'll be suckered in by the end of the show. (Don't tell Frank, because we seriously have no twenties in our coat pockets, Ellen.)
Jack calls Ryan "Crusty," pushes him out of the way, and tells him that he will not be introducing anyone, he will be performing on AI, to be judged by this panel of judges. He performs "Kiss From a Rose," "from Batman Returns, the most sensitive of all the Batmans," and his friend from the audience already has a rose, and Jack pulls a rose from his pocket even. The judges stop him. RANDY: Yo, yo, dawg. What are you doing, dawg? JACK: I'm trying to be America's Next Top Model. I mean, Idol! But give me your true critique. RANDY: I think the stretchy pants would have helped. SARAHK: Nacho Libre was funny, that's true. But dude. I like you better in Tenacious D. JACK: You loved it. Come on Paula, give me some of that sweet love. Come on, I can take it, I've got the stones. PAULA: The School of Rock called. They want their diploma back. SARAHK: TOO MEAN! PAULA: You were crappy. Crappy. SARAHK: Could you talk like that on a real judging night? SIMON: The truth? The truth? You were better than Sanjaya. (Crowd goes wild, Sanjaya in the audience goes wild. Sanjaya's sister looks furtively at Sanjaya like, "My poor brother." But Sanjaya is just happy for 15:02.) JACK: That's your idea of a critique? If Seal were here, he would give me a real critique. He'd tell you how awesome that was. RANDY: Yo yo yo. Seal's right here. JACK: What'd you think, Seal? SEAL: (Shakes head gravely.) That was the best rendition of "Kiss From a Rose" I have ever heard.
He's so hilarious. Jack Black that is.
Blake is safe. After that commie bullcrap of last night, he is safe. Wow.
Carrie Underwood went to Africa, and there's a performance and montage of her carrying around little African children and singing "I'll Stand By You." You can download it from iTunes, and all proceeds go to the charity. I will be doing that right away. It's beautiful, acoustic guitar and violin (or fiddle, as we call it in country music) only. Wow. Contestants? That's how it's done.
Rascal Flatts performs "My Wish."
cofounder of myspace is there in the audience. Scoff!
The next segment is on a coalmining community in Kentucky. I can't write about it. Too sad. They need money. 1-877-IDOL-AID.
The crappy Ford video is "Crazy Little Thing Called Love." Then there's a montage of celebrities lipsynching "Stayin' Alive." That was actually very cute. And as much as I do not like Queen Gwyneth, she looks fantastic. For a stick. Dr. House is so funny.
Pennywise the Phil is safe. So it's down to Chris, Kiki, and Jordin.
Back to Africa and some HIV-positive kids whose parents are dead. And then people filmed with Simon and Ryan who died later.
Josh Groban sings "You Raise Me Up" with the African Children's Chorus. Those little children. They're so precious. I'm sorry, this is going to sound racist, but black children are the cutest children of all. They just are. They have the sweetest smiles and the brightest twinkles in their eyes. If you don't like it, well, BITE ME.
I just said to Frank, "Black children are just the cutest children. I hope we have black children someday." He said, "You are such a cutie head." Then he laughed and turned to me. "You actually thought that for a minute, didn't you?" "Yes. They're so adorable!" "If you really want them that badly, we can always adopt."
Kelly Clarkson is singing "Up to the Mountain," featuring Jeff Beck. I wasn't listening to the lyrics, was reading Hot Air, but she sounded awesome, whatever she sang.
Ben Stiller back on. $38K. I'm starting to think this was prerecorded, because Ellen went and announced how awesome she is by giving her amount that I don't think she should have announced on TV, because what is the point of telling everyone of your generosity?
LaKisha is safe. It's down to Jordin and Chris. If it's to be shocking, it's Jordin, but it should be Chris long before Jordin. I still think the shocker is Simon singing. Or a Simon/Paula duet with Randy playing whatever instrument he always brags about playing.
"Prepare to be startled," says Ryan. I'm sorry, I have to go throw up now. Celine really likes to duet with dead people. She's dueting with one of my all-time least favorites. Elvis. Yes, that one. Oh no. The Children, the Idol Children, are out on stage to sing backup to this filmed duet, Celine and Elvis are both projected onto stage, and the Children are standing off to the side. "If I Can Dream" is what "they" sang. Celine off in her own little Canadian world again. If I Can Have a Nightmare while awake, peeps, this is it. I swear to you, this is it.
Madonna is there with the Malauian children, the ones she didn't adopt I presume, asking you to give money.
So now we've decided that we're going to adopt an older black child someday. I want one from America, since we have plenty of American children who need our help and whatnot, and older kids don't get adopted as easier.
$30 Million almost already. Yay! Keep giving. See, I think we all wanted to hear a total first.
Who sang the final song in the finale last year? Taylor, Katharine, or Elliott? Well, hmm... the winner usually does that... right? That's all the hint you're getting.
Now Annie Lennox is on. She's singing "Bridge Over Troubled Water," and frankly, she creeps me out and has done since she left the Eurythmics. Where's Clay Aiken tonight, anyway? Wow, she's wearing an AIDS ribbon. I much prefer that cause to ManBearPig.
Aww, look at all the starving children in Africa and America and on the Indian reservation (I don't know if they like to be called "America" or not, honestly, I don't) saying "thank you." Give them money!
I'm still reeling from that Celine/Elvis thing. I need Paula's vodka. Care to share, Laker girl?
Oh hey, look! It's a results show!
Rob Schneider: "Hi, I'm Adam Sandler. And you're watching Idol Gives Back."
Chris has a mic in his hand. Jordin does not. Chris is safe, though. Jordin is also safe.
Now at one point, I did say to Frank, "The only other thing that could be a shocker is that there's a tie, and no one goes home." If only I'd written that, y'all would be telling me I'm so smart. Woulda coulda shoulda.
That was so mean to Jordin, though. Making her think she was going home. Next week, two people will go home.
They show a clip of the kids singing "American Prayer," and Bono comes in to "mentor" them. He says, "Well, you murdered that, didn't you?" Haha. Anyway, he talks to them about poverty. I actually like him. I think he has a good heart and doesn't hate people. Prove me wrong about him, but I've never heard him be venomous about people who aren't on the same page as him. He just wants to get us all on the same page. Honey over vinegar and whatnot. He's probably a little idealistic, but he doesn't come across as an evil communist. He wants to help people, and any time I've heard him speak about America, he has nothing but good things to say about us.
And the kids sing us out. I hope they wear something other than white leisure suits next week. Eek.
I hope Kiki and Blake go next week. I'm totally out on both of them.
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
I decided to broach the subject of how SarahK is suspected of terrorism over lunch. "Thanks for the tuna fish sandwich, sweetie. So why is there surveillance video of you at a nearby nuclear power plant along with terrorists?"
"I was just after that monkey because I knew you'd never get that done. I followed him to the nuclear power plant and then snuck up on him and threw him in the reactor. Then I noticed some Arab-looking people so I shot them to be on the safe side. What do you think happened, you silly billy?"
"What I think is of no concern," I told her. "What's important is that the government thinks you were with the terrorists and are going to have trouble believing you just stumbled on a terrorist plot."
"Don't get me started on the government!" SarahK shook her fist. "So they're going to waste time hassling a good American like me while illegal immigrants are coming in over the border? You know, last week I reported to the FBI that suspicious looking Muslims were regularly meeting in a building downtown, and they need nothing about it."
"They already knew there is a Mosque in Melbourne, Florida."
"Don't you patronize me too!" I figured I best watch my words, lest she strike me. "One of these days the Mexicans and the Muslims are going to combine forces," she continued, "and then everything will be exploding and I'll be saying, 'I told you so.' By the way, I saw your doctor when I was at the power plant, and he says you have an appointment with him soon."
I furrowed my brow. "What doctor?"
"Um... I think his name was Doom."
"Doctor Doom!" I shouted. "I keep telling you he's not my physician; he's one of my arch-nemesis."
She rolled her eyes. "You can't expect me to keep track of all your arch-nemesi. Now you better learn to be nicer or I'm going to be your next arch-nemesis... and my first strike against you will be to stop putting celery in your tuna fish."
"But a tuna fish sandwich has no character without celery!" This was all very concerning. If the monkey fled to a nuclear power plant where Doctor Doom and terrorists were hiding out, there was more to all this than I ever imagined. It was time to talk to my former college roommate: Iron Man.
In My World: Women's Work
President Bush took a moment's break from stabbing a potato with a newly sharpened pencil to look up at his visitor. "Hey, good to see you, Snowman! Wow, you're really are looking better after that illness. I mean, you look years younger. You grew breasts, though; you might want to have the doctors look into that. Maybe it's a side effect of one of your medications."
"I'm Dana Perino; I've been filling in for Tony Snow while he recuperating. Remember?"
Bush mulled that one over. "No. Not ringing a bell. I'm going to call you 'Ari' because it's easier to remember. Whatcha need, Ari?"
"I just needed to know if you have any input before this next press conference."
Bush thought about it. "No. I don't really care about anything anymore... or what anyone does. Just say whatever you feel like, Ari. You could make stuff up; that would be fun. Oh, but make sure you make our contempt for the press clear."
"Is there any new direction you want me to take when answering questions about global warming?"
"Well... summer is coming up, so tell the press that it's supposed to warm so they aren't surprised."
Dana wrote that down. "That's actually one of the more sensible things you told me."
Bush laughed. "You have moxie. I think I'm now going to call you 'White Condi.'"
* * * *
"Harry Reid had some strong words on the war in Iraq," the anchorman said. Video of Harry Reid giving a speech was then shown.
"We've lost in Iraq! It's all over! We're losers! The troops think they're fighting, but all they're doing is losing! And they deserve to lose, because they're losers!"
"I'd just like to reiterate the White House's absolute contempt for you barely literate morons who ask me questions," Dana Perino told the reporters. "On a personal note, I'm starting to believe that Tony Snow's illness was simply his body protesting be subjected to such idiocy. Now, what are your questions?"
"The lights in here are too bright." one reporter said.
Dana sighed. "That's a statement, not a question."
"What are the lights in here are too bright," the reporter tried again.
"Go play in traffic," Dana said. "Next question."
"When Cheney found out he was called an 'attack dog,' he drove a car into Senator Reid's living room and broke Reid's kneecaps with a bat. Doesn't that prove Senator Reid's point?"
"Dogs can't drive cars or wield bats, so no."
"Senator Reid's knees have been broken many times by this administration, and he's now having a lot of trouble walking."
"Again, that's not a question. Furthermore, we don't care. If Democrats like walking, they should be more concerned about not making Vice President Cheney angry. We've warned you before that Cheney is not a stable man and he doesn't feel compassion or empathy."
"Representative Dennis Kucinich recently issued articles for impeachment of Cheney. He seemed to dissappear right after, but later he was found standing on Cheney's lawn in a blue coat and wearing a red pointy hat and he would not answer our questions. Do you know why?"
"Because lawn gnomes don't talk. Any other questions?"
"With visionaries like Sheryl Crow concerned about global warming, shouldn't the White House take a tougher stance?"
"Once again, I want to remind you that celebrities are exceptionally stupid people," Dana said. "I know you reporters think they're smart, but that's because you are very dumb yourselves. This is an issue of science, and thus you should all stay away from it because there is no chance of you even understanding the slightest thing about it. Remember when I tried to explain a chart about greenhouse gases to you? Many of you started crying."
"That's because you yelled!"
"Five of you asked what carbon dioxide is at different point throughout the presentation. I thought maybe raising my voice would help you remember. It was useless, though. I don't know who's idea it was that the White House should regularly answer questions from people much dumber than the average American, but this is obviously a failed concept."
"What is carbon dioxide?" a reporter asked. "I hear it's dangerous."
"Does Cheney make carbon dioxide?" another reporter asked. "If so, how does Halliburton profit off of it?"
A reporter ran forward. "Did the Bush Administration claim that Saddam had carbon dioxide so as to invade Iraq? Also, isn't it true none was ever found?"
"You are all insults to the First Amendment," Dana shouted. "I really hope you die soon in some horrible--"
"White Condi!" Bush yelled as he ran into the briefing room. "Have you seen the football?" He then noticed one of the reporters and immediately took off a shoe and started beating the reporter in the head with it. He turned back to Dana. "I recognized him from a zombie movie -- or maybe it was CNN -- so I decided I better beat him with my shoe. Now my foot is cold. Could I have one of your shoes?"
"Then you're mean!" He looked at the press. "Everyone be careful; I heard there was a carbon dioxide leak in the building."
American Idol Season Yawn - Superfantastic Lifesaving Charity Event Top Six Night
Was painting while listening to this last night. Getting to Texas is much more important than American Idol. Season four? I might have taken a break. For Pennywise and Kiki's breasts? Not so much. I did take the time to vote to help the children in Africa. After all, I was touched seeing Simon do all but cry. I'll bet he even cried when the cameras weren't on him. He has an image to uphold. But see, y'all? Told you he has a heart.
Oh, see, now I'm actually watching it, and I don't want to. It's too sad. SING! Too SAD!
01 Chris is singing "Change the World" by Clapton. It was understated and nice but a little too whiny and maybe too underwhelming. He looked good. RANDY: Yo, dawg, for the first time in a long time, you're in it to win it. Fly jacket, too. Fly, fly. PAULA: Great song choice, I'm really proud of you, really exciting. SIMON: Competition really starts tonight. This kinda reminded me of the first time we saw you and said you had a lot of potential. Good vocal, much more soul, it was sexy. I think you did really well. SARAHK: I think they overpraised you a bit, but it was good.
Ryan said something about myspace, but I scoff at myspace. That's right, I said it, I went there. I scoff!
I'm glad they're not just focusing on Katrina victims in America. Remember back when there were other poor people in America besides Katrina victims? I'm glad they noted that for the people watching who don't get that.
02 Melinda is singing "There Will Come a Day" by Faith Hill. Hmm, not one I ever would have expected sung on American Idol. Look, she's back to modest, looks great. Her hair is fantastic. I LOVE the dress. I hope singing about faith doesn't hurt her. Whoa, in the kitchen last night, this was really good, but honestly I had her fairly far behind Jordin, squarely in second place. Now she's in a very close second, because wow. I just got chills, dawgs. That was amazing. I haven't even been amazed by her recently, but whew! Yo. Her line was busy when I tried voting for her last night, BTW. RANDY: You're the resident pro. You just so dope! I don't even know what to say anymore, you have arrived! Melinda is here! PAULA: There's no one like you! You're magical! SIMON: You're not going to look surprised, are you? Promise? What I loved was that it didn't seem like a copycat performance, the second half of the song was outstanding, blah blah, great. SARAHK: Sorry, I lost track. We loved her, right? She was the stuff, yes? Yes. RYAN: Simon, did you lose a button? SARAHK: I believe what Ryan is trying to say is that he has no chest hair and would like to borrow some.
03 Blake says the biggest sacrifice he's had to make is missing his family and friends. My answer to that question would have been so different. No offense to family and friends. "My biggest sacrifice competing here, in California, in American Idol is that they don't let me carry my guns around to protect myself, and I have weak arms, but now that I'm famous, maybe someone will stalk me and I can get a permit." So Blake is singing a song that Frank and I both spewed at the same time, "Ugh, I hate this song." "Imagine" by John Lennon. I'm not such a fan of communism and songs about imagining that there's no heaven and no religion and what a wonderful world it would be if we had no borders, no God, and yay! Communism! Have I vomited yet? Yuck. Anyway, so Blake has forever lost any chance of getting my vote by singing one of the stupidest songs ever written and pegging himself as a communist. Let me try to be objective. You know what I imagine when I imagine no countries? The EU. Not warm fuzzies you're getting from me, Blake. NOT WARM FUZZIES! "I hope some day you'll join us." Hair is fine. Outfit is bland, beige is not his color, corduroy again? Can we try a different fabric? Beautiful tone in your voice, incredibly boring performance. RANDY: Great choice of song. Amazing, amazing song. SARAHK: You know it's about communism, right? RANDY: On the performance side, dude, it was just kind of alright for me, dawg. It was just ok for me. Just keeping it real. PAULA: It was the first real sensitive, emotional performance we've seen from you, Blake, and that goes a long way. SARAHK: Not the first time he's tried to be sensitive and emotional, and he failed at this. You know this is about communism, right? And you know that communism is evil, right? SIMON: This is tricky. You've chosen one of *the* big songs of all time. You felt sincere, but it didn't really go anywhere. But I think the most important thing is that you were sincere, so good.
You, too, could be one less girl with a choice about whether to get vaccinated against HPV. Ask your doctor about Gardasil and how Texas and Florida are trying to force the vaccination on little girls. It's different from forcing condoms on kids, because Gardasil is known to have awful side effects in some cases.
Come for the American Idol, get a little something extra in every post!
Carrie Underwood and Kelly Clarkson both on tonight/tomorrow night depending on when you're reading this. If you're reading it last night, then you're from the future of the past and from the devil. Go back from whence you came!
04 LaKisha never ceases to amaze me. And I do mean the EGO of LaKisha. She never listens to any of the industry mentors who have actually been making money doing this for a while. First night out, she sang the big Jennifer Holiday / Jennifer Hudson number (past Idol contestant #1). Last week, she tanked trying to prove she's better than past Idol #2 Carrie Underwood (she's not). This week, she's going to sing the so-so number "Believe," by, you guessed it, past Idol #3, Fantasia. I'm so glad VFTW didn't pick her to be their new champion, because I think she is not long for this competition, and I couldn't stand it if they helped keep her around much longer. Holy cow, Kiki's boobies are somewhat reigned in. She almost looks classy. If she would cover the backfat and perhaps the shoulders, she would look gorgeous. It's the best she's ever looked. Her hair is beautiful. The arrangement is a mess. She has pitch problems. And she is a little screechy at times. I can't get over the arrangement, though. It's awful. I felt like I was on the Texas Giant in the very last car. And that ain't no good thang on a wooden roller coaster. RANDY: Great song choice, had some pitch problems. I didn't think it was your best, but I did like it. It's very hard to sing after Fantasia, I must admit. PAULA: You are a powerhouse of a vocalist. Even though Fantasia hasn't been around that long, she's so unique, so it's hard yammer yaw hooblahawwwwnayaaaaa... Don't sing Fantasia songs bloooooober. It doesn't take away from your vocals. SIMON: Thanks for summing that up so briefly, Pauler. I think what she was trying to say is that she preferred Fantasia's vocals. Again, I'm having an issue with the shouting. (Tells audience to shut up, because they're yelling at him for being correct.) SARAHK: You actually look pretty good, thanks for wearing a bra, and the vocal arrangement was a mess. It did nothing for me. But you look good.
05 Pennywise the Phil... um, wow. Yes, I just got a comment asking if I noticed Pennywise's Sharpie-drawn eyebrows, and I'm just now catching my first gander. Whoa-ho. It's true. It's true. Frank mentioned Stan Sitwell from Arrested Development, who is completely hairless. Is that a tux Pennywise is wearing? I'll tell you what, why don't you just quit the act and don the clown costume, floppy shoes, and bow-tie? Red nose? You don't even need the white makeup. What does Pennywise miss about home? Sewer rats. No, kidding, he didn't say that, though I would have thrown my support behind him whole-heartedly had he said so. Pennywise misses his babies, he has two. They're usually there at AI (sure), but now they're with their GPs in Oklahoma. But he's making a better life for them outside of the sewers of Derry. He's singing "The Change" by Garth Brooks and is talking about the heroism that came from the Oklahoma City bombing. That's two references to Oklahoma. Is he from there? No WONDER I don't like him! (Sorry, gotta get my Texan on, since we're moving back there soon.) This was vocally strong, but I can't bear to look at him when he sings. I would listen to him on the radio if I didn't know if it was him and therefore didn't get a visual nor purse up my lips and scrunch up my face at him. RANDY: Very nice vocal, very strong song. Two in a row, baby! PAULA: This was your best! SIMON: I really like you. SARAHK: No you don't. SIMON: I'm glad you had a good week last week. Last week you had a country tone in your voice, and that could sell well, so tap that or something. SARAHK: If I close my eyes and forget I don't like you, you sing fine. Please don't invade the country stations. Please don't. I listen to them.
This next AI segment is presented by the wonderful people at ConAgra foods. Mmmmm. ConAgra. They make Rotel. I think.
Simon visited a food pantry in America, twenty minutes from his American house. Simon says he had no idea places like this existed in America. Wow. The lady at the pantry told Simon, "Nobody knows that people are starving in America." Yes, we are all elitist ostriches who've never driven near a downtown bridge. Never knew that. Nobody knows! Frank and I laughed at her. Frank started talking about serving food to the hungry in the church basement with his mom. Well, I've never done that, but I did audit non-profits that did that. So I at least KNOW that people are starving in America.
06 Jordin is singing "You'll Never Walk Alone" from Carousel, by Rogers and Hammerstein. I adore this song. She looks beautiful, classy, grown up. I loved everything she did with the song, but she got screechy in a couple of spots. And though she has definitely stopped smiling through every song, I think she's still having a little trouble thinking about lyrics. It's kind of a hope-y song. Walk on, keep on trudging through the rain, dawg, you'll never walk alone. She looked like she was in pain for most of the song. Like "I know you're freaked OUT, but I'm freaking OUT right along with you." I'd have gone for more of a "It's gonna be ok, because you're never alone" look. Ok, she's gotta stop this crying at the end of every song thing. Have y'all noticed her doing that lately? Does she have a problem with her tear ducts? RANDY: One of the best vocals by any contestant by anyone ever on this show ever in six seasons ever. And by a 17 year old! EVER! PAULA: Haunting, awesome, glorious, beautiful. SIMON: Unlike Randy, I thought you were brilliant. I think you could have a hit record with that. SARAHK: I think you were great, but I don't think the judges were hard enough on you. Best of the night, probably, but you should have been criticized for your screechiness. You almost lost your note at the end, barely held on. Stop crying. Now.
Anyone care about the others?
01 Chris - wow, he really has a round head, doesn't he? Did I just now notice that? How?
Bottom three... Chris, LaKisha, Blake. Going home... Booo-bye, Kiki. Or should I say boob-eye?
April 24, 2007
Still Not Allowing the Lion or the Wardrobe
Witches, however, are now ok, as the US Department of Veterans Affairs has agreed to allow Wiccans who served in the US military to have a pentacle emblem engraved on their government-issued tombstones, thus bringing to 39 the number of religious symbols which are officially authorized on veterans' grave markers.
Other bizarre religious cult symbols, however, were rejected by the VA, and are shown below:
The decision regarding four more cult symbols is still pending, although personally I really hope these make the cut:
I'll let you know if any of these get selected.
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
On the way to pick up groceries for my wife, my vehicle was rammed by another car and then I was abducted as a hood was thrown over my head. I guess that's better than being abducted on the way home from the grocery store because who would know what would happen to the perishables.
When the hood was pulled off, I was bound to a chair in a darkroom. In front of me stood a man who looked in dire need of sleep and a razor. "I'm Jack Bauer with CTU."
"I'm Guybrush Threepwood and I want to be a pirate," I answered, not hiding my annoyance. "What the hell is this all about?"
"There was a terrorist attack on a nearby power plant." He held up some pictures. "Recognize these people?"
I looked them over. They were quite terroristy looking. "Last time I was at a mosque, I was pretty drunk, so I probably won't remember names. Twenty bucks says at least four of them are named 'Mohammad,' though."
"Do you recognize her?" He held up another picture -- apparently from surveillance cams at the power plant. It was of SarahK.
I quickly got over the shock. "I can't expect me to keep track of every blond woman I've been around. Why exactly do you think I, John Q. Public, would have anything to do with any of this?"
"We know you are an accomplice of this woman. You had her eliminate the other terrorists to try and hide the evidence. Unfortunately for you, the bomb never went off and we know that NTM Publishing Corp. funded the..."
"Corp.?" I interrupted. "I own NTM Publishing Inc."
The agent checked some documents. "Oh. Looks like we made a mistake." He cut the rope. "You can go."
"Don't I get an apology?"
"We don't have time, sir. There are terrorists attacks going on right now and--"
"So you're telling my you have time to explain to me why you can't apologize to me, but you don't have time to actually apologize."
He glared at me. "Fine... Sorry!"
"See; that wasn't so hard. Can I get your insurance information? You did hit me earlier."
It took a while to get all the information I needed, but after about an hour I let him go. Still, there was the question of why my wife was at a nuclear power plant with terrorists. When I get home, Lucy will have some splain'n to do.
Super Ultra Mega Hypocrisy!
* John Edwards talks about two Americas and the divide between the haves and the have-nots while building himself a house the size of Rhode Island and getting $400 beauty treatments he charges to his campaign.
* John Travolta also tells us to cut back on our consumption while owning jumbo jets for personal use.
* Sheryl Crow tells us to use only one square of toilet paper while dragging around an entire convoy for her personal use to each concert.
* Rosie O'Donnell used to crusade against guns while having her own children protected by armed body guards.
So what's it with liberals and hypocrisy? And not just hypocrisy, but super-mega hypocrisy -- like openly running a brothel while lecturing people on the problem of promiscuity type hypocrisy. Many people wonder how liberals can be such flaming hypocrites and lecturing other while not even taking a second to look at themselves. It very simple how they do it: They're elitists.
See, whenever they say people should do something, they assume everyone understands that it's implied that they mean "little, unimportant people." When they see the public, they see themselves as something completely separate from the unwashed masses. Elitist liberals can't comprehend why anyone would turn a critical eye to them when they are out to help and enlighten us. Why bite the hand that feeds you wisdom?
I think they should be treated separate from regular society too... in that they should all be locked up in a prison in Antarctica. Some think it's wrong to lock up people for their viewpoints, but that's not the case here. We're locking them up for their viewpoints and being insufferable, arrogant pricks. They will also be washed by being sprayed with hoses. And maybe beaten. Would beating them be too harsh? I dunno; let's beat them just to be on the safe side.
Now, do I have to fly to Antarctica and beat them myself or be accused of hypocrisy? If so, let's just forget the whole idea.
Happy Armenian Genocide Day!
Okay. Maybe not happy.
On this day in 1915, 1.5 million Armenians were slaughtered, left to starve, or thrown out of their country.
It was almost as bad as Guantanamo Prison.
I was reading somewhere that no US President has ever actually used the "G" word. I couldn't help but wonder why. Are we afraid to offend Turkey because they are an ally?
After all, we are allies with Germany and we openly acknowledge the Holocaust.
It's just not right.
Anyway, to all our readers who are Armenian, we at IMAO would like to say that the slaughter of so many lives byt the then Ottoman Empire was horrible.
Yes, senseless slaughter is horrible. It's controversial, but we at IMAO are taking a stand.
I'm going to be getting a CCW permit (one of the few liberties secure in Minnesota), and I'm looking for suggestions concerning the type of weapon I should try out/purchase. I think I would prefer an ankle holster. I would prefer something discrete, though capable of taking down a reasonably motivated assailant with one or two shots. It would be nice if it also was a decent target practice weapon. I would not anticipate any need to quickly load and re-load. I would like a rock solid safety mechanism, though not too difficult to disengage when needed. What is your opinion?
April 23, 2007
It's A New Week, Vote!
Don't forget to vote for
Also, if you are so inclined. there's a website to get involved in the grassroots effort to elect everyone's favorite super human, Fred Thompson, to the office of POTUS.
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
I didn't feel I had time to celebrate the death of Aquaman with the monkey still living, so the weekend was spent designing a bullet apt for killing a monkey. The goal was for the bullet to fragment inside the monkey shredding its insides. The monkey would then vomit up its liquefied organs while I laugh and sip a martini.
As I was perfecting the round this morning and cleaning up the watermelons I was using as test subjects, the doorbell rang. "Someone is at the door for you!" SarahK shouted.
I hate having my genius interrupted. "Who?"
"Someone in a bat costume."
"Man or woman?"
Batman! "I'm coming." There Batman stood at our entryway with his tiresome grim expression. "When did you start using the doorbell?"
"I've been getting in trouble lately for no-knock raids. We need to talk."
"I'm sure of it." I stared at him a moment. "I'm used to meeting you in a dark alleyway where you can be a bit intimidating. In full light, though, you just look ridiculous. Your accessory belt really does bring out the color in your blouse, though."
"That's uncalled for. I get enough people trying to imply I'm gay with the whole Robin thing, so I don't need..."
"I really don't need the story of your life," I interrupted. "What are you here for?"
"Aquaman has gone missing."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Did you try checking the ocean."
"This is serious! He was a founding member of the Justice League! Also, there is evidence of foul play."
But I covered my tracks! "What evidence?"
"A body was found floating in the harbor in Miami. From how bloated the corpse was, they thought he must have been dead for weeks. Then they realized it was Rosie O'Donnell and she's still alive."
"Is she talking?"
"Nothing sensible so far."
I grinned. "That's our Rosie. So, how long do you have to put up this pretense of an investigation?"
He was quiet a moment. "The others aren't going to let this go."
"And I don't care. I need you influence in getting the moon nuked."
"It will look suspicious to have another vote on that matter so soon after--"
I backhanded him. "Cowboy up, Batman, and nuke the moon! This is a matter of national security, and I don't need pathetic excuses!"
He glared at me. "Fine, but one of these days it's going to come down between you and me."
"Whatever. Just move your gay little car before the home owners association complains about it being parked on the street."
He stormed out and I slammed the door.
"Be careful if you fight him," SarahK warned. "He looks sneaky."
"I'm not scared of flying rodents or those who dress as them. I need to get back to working on my monkey killing bullet."
"Maybe you should forget about that and work on other things. It's just a monkey."
Just a monkey! I stared at her. Something was up. "What did you do?"
"I made a pie!" She took a pie out of the oven. It was apple and an obvious omen of bad things to come.
Wars Are Inconvenient to Democrats
But then you'd be wrong and stupid.
The fact is war is a serious thing, and the last thing Democrats need during a presidential election is a reminder that there are serious things in the world. Their issues are things like healthcare and minimum wage -- things that we are now convinced are very very important even though the human race has survived without them for thousands of years. In fact, the entire Democrat platform is of similarly unserious things. Important things like killing bad people -- a function of government dating back to first ant colony -- is not something they ever want to have to deal with. Barack Obama is pissing his pants right now over the idea that, if he wins the presidency, the first things he'll have to deal with is an actual war. They want to be like Europe: Concerned about useless things and looking civilized until they are inevitably overthrown by barbarians.
So expect increasingly desperate measures to get rid of the war before 2008. They want things to be like 1992 when Americans were carefree, ignorant of evil, and thought they could indulge themselves by electing a lecherous hillbilly who promised them shiny baubles. Don't worry, Democrats, we'll get there again one day; some more scary people just need to die first.
It's her potty, and she'll cry if she wants to...
Sheryl Crow demands a limit on toilet paper.
But that doesn't mean she can't sing about the glory days or a roll-a-pottybreak, right?
I would have given you all of my roll but there's someone who's being a butthole and she's taking almost all that I've got but if you want, I'll try to wipe again baby I'll try to wipe again but I know
Betsy Angert of Daily Kos has posted a long and emotional eulogy lamenting the untimely passing of Seung-Hui Cho, the "loveable and fragile individual" who shot 32 people at Virginia Tech. As teary-eyed as this tribute made me, it just didn't seem to be enough. I mean, yes, Cho was - technically - a victim of gun violence, too, but in the bigger picture, he was so much more.
First, we should consider Cho's thoughtful, giving nature. Just think - if it weren't for Cho, no one would know any of his victims' names. But thanks to his actions, those 32 names will be enshrined and memorialized forever. When the Indianapolis Colts won the Superbowl, did people start posting names of the entire starting line-up? Heck no! Cho has brought more recognition to his classmates - most of whom he hardly even knew - than Peyton Manning did for all his teammates who made Indy's victory possible. Unlike this lauded superstar athlete, Cho was an unselfish man.
But he did so much more than bring the spotlight to 32 unknowns. He took a stand for the oppressed underclass of which he was a part. In a country that hates everyone except white people, he had the courage to be openly Asian - something that no one else besides Michelle Malkin has ever done successfully in our nation's hateful history.
In addition, by his courageous trigger-pullings, he became a true crusader - bringing attention to America's numerous flaws. Of course, he didn't actually MEAN to do this, but when it comes to doing the right thing, the brave thing, the courageous thing, it's well-accepted that intentions matter more than actual results. And if, perhaps, he didn't actually HAVE any good intentions, still it's only fair that he should get credit for them anyway, isn't it? After all, there's an agenda involved here, and that's what REALLY matters.
Here are some reasons we all owe Cho a debt of thanks.
He pointed out the need for stricter gun control laws - Cho did his shooting with a .22 pistol and 9mm pistol. Notice that he did NOT use a machine gun, assault rifle, or even a nuclear missile. That's because those things are ILLEGAL! These shootings are inarguable proof that we need to ban smaller calibers, too.
He pointed out the need for Federal Arts Funding reform - During his time at VT, Cho poured his blackly withered soul into writing a grammatically atrocious 10-page play that was completely lacking in plot, theme, dialogue, and coherance. Yet this brilliant avant-garde masterpiece was never produced for the stage. Sure, it was no Piss Christ, but it's still a shame that our government stood by and did nothing, allowing this sparkling gem of obscenity, pedophilia, and murder to languish uncelebrated.
He pointed out the need for health care reform - Dozens of people knew there was something wrong with Cho. He didn't socialize, he mumbled to himself in class, and took cellphone upskirt pics of his teachers - all the classic signs of dangerous psychosis and/or Star Trek fandom. But how was he to get the help he needed in a country so primitive that it doesn't offer free universal mental health care coverage? I guess those who claim that it's somehow less urgent than covering physical ailments can just shut the hell up now.
He pointed out the need for immigration reform - America has long been a nation of immigrants, but lately our racist government has completely closed down our borders, refusing to let anyone into the country except for the sane, the employable, and the WHITE! WHITE! WHITE! But if we were to set aside our debased racial prejudices, our country could reap the benefits of entire diverse communities of unassimilated, unbalanced, and unwhite peoples of colors. These groups could then give one another the sort of emotional and interpersonal understanding that only those who have lived the horror of brown eyes, straight black hair, and indecipherably thick accents can give. The sort of understanding that our oppressive, patriarchal, racist government denied to poor Cho.
Finally, he pointed out the need for wage reform - Cho's parents both had to work 14 hours a day to earn the money to put him through college. Why was this? Mostly because Bush hates yellow people. But also because not one single job in America pays more than $5.15 an hour. If only this nation were sensible enough to institute a fair, livable, minimum wage (ten, twenty, fifty bucks an hour - whatever). If there were that one small fairness in this country, Cho's parents could've afforded to work less and spent quality time with their son. The could've listened to his concerns, empathized with his feelings, and taught him important life lessons. Like "when planning a shooting spree, always start by shooting yourself first to save money on ammo".
If only Cho had saved more money on ammo.
April 22, 2007
April 21, 2007
You Mean You Wish To Surrender To Me? Very Well, I Accept.
Since the Democrats have been fighting on the side of the terrorists for years, I assume that Harry Reid's announcement that "this war is lost" is refers to how things are going for them.
April 20, 2007
Johnson Space Center Shooting
In light of the Johnson Space Center shooting, I'd just note that visitors have to go through a metal detector to get into Kennedy Space Center. I have no idea if employees (such as engineers) have to go through metal detectors as well, though.
I really don't see how restrictions on guns in certain areas does anything other than put people at risk if no method is in place to catch a malicious person trying to sneak a gun in.
As a side note, Disney World just searches any bags or purses people bring in, but there is nothing to stop someone from concealing a gun on their person. The only tourist destinations I know of that have metal detectors are places that are federally owned (KSC, the White House, and the FBI headquarters tour).
Let's Declare Stuff
Since Harry Reid is declaring things such as that the war is lost (Hear that, terrorists? You won! Yay!), I'd like to declare some things.
I declare that Harry Reid has no penis and is, in fact, a little girl.
I declare that Ted Kennedy is nothing buy the giant Jabba the Hutt puppet from Return of the Jedi placed in a suit.
I declare that Nancy Pelosi is nothing but an animatronic made by stretching an old piece of leather on a plaster skull.
April 19, 2007
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
I told my wife I was off to implement my plan to kill Aquaman and that I'd be home by dinner. She told me not to bother returning if Aquaman wasn't dead and that we'd be having pork chops tonight.
The drive to Miami was uneventful as ever as I only had the flat, barren land of Florida to look at. Still, I could only assume Aquaman was following figuring -- quite rightly -- that I was up to something.
When I got to Miami, I took some evasive turns towards the docks. I only had to lose Aquaman for a short bit. Sure no one was following me, I parked near my destination. I took a small hot dog stand out of the back of my SUV and placed it on the designated spot at the end of the dock. Next to it I put a sign saying "Free Hot Dogs." Then I disappeared into a nearby building where I could watch the scene through a window.
I had a contact pass out fliers to fatties on the beach. Now I just had to wait for one to take the bait. The important thing was that there would be no connection between me and this victim.
Rosie O'Donnell came clomping down the dock. "Hot dogs!" she bellowed and charged the food. When she reached the hot dog stand, the dock broke beneath her and she plopped into the water. It didn't take long for her to notice the dorsal fins circling her. "Someone save me before Bush uses this as an excuse to have a war with Iran!"
I had another contact chum the waters here since I first came up with the plan. Now all that was left was Aquaman to attempt his usual impotent heroics.
He didn't disappoint.
"Don't panic!" he yelled as he ran for the water. "I'll get you out of there!"
"Bush is doing this to me because I know too much!" Rosie burbled.
"I highly doubt you know much of anything, so remain still." Aquaman jumped in the water.
I activated my device. It made no sound; only a little green LED indicated it was working (I didn't feel like spending the extra money for a blue one). Basically it just sent out garbage on a specific frequency.
A very specific frequency.
Fear slowly crept onto Aquaman's face as he realized that, for the first time in his life, the fish were not responding to him. The sharks kept closing in on him, and he was so shocked he didn't even seem to know what to do. He finally struck at one, but another came from behind. Finally, he went under water and a splotch of crimson bubbled to the surface.
Thus ends the story of Aquaman. All that's left now is to see how much I can get for a fish telepathy jammer on eBay.
$1 to Get a Clue
The Democrats are still trying to pass their war funding bill that includes a date for surrender. Other than that, their's quite a lot of pork and other objectionable spending. Some examples:
OBJECTIONABLE EXPENDITURES IN THE EMERGENCY WAR FUNDS BILL
$13 million for huge "Mission Failure" Democrat rally.
$80,000 to get a passed out Ted Kennedy off of the Air and Space Museum roof.
$0.25 to give to troops complaining about the Democrats' support so they can call someone who cares.
$5 million for posturing about doing something in Dafur.
$10 million for fact-finding mission on penis-enlargement spam.
$8 million for research of when it is appropriate to refer to women as "hos."
$20 million for floral patterns on tanks so they seem happier.
$5 million to buy foam rocks for Palestinians to relive Mideast crisis. (Ed. Note: That one might work)
$1 million for poll on whether Harry Reid's tie makes him look gay.
$300 million for weapons for insurgents to make sure the U.S. doesn't show favoritism.
$3 for a bag of Doritos in case they get the Democrats get the munchies.
Feelings on the War Almost as Strong as Feelings on Sanjaya Being Voted Off AI!
Because Lefties Are Too Damn Lazy to Write Their Own Stuff
HuffPo's token Righty, Greg Gutfield, posted a list of things that Democrats secretly fear. Lots of good stuff there, like:
Fear that even if the democrats win the 08 election, Europeans will still look down on us and Muslims will still want to kill us.
The comments to Greg's post were laced with typical leftist insanity, BDS, and wishes for Greg's swift-yet-painful death. But nobody did a list for Republicans.
So here's a list of things Republicans fear, as I would imagine that a short-sighted, logic-impaired, humor-tarded liberal might write them while maintaining a straight face (albeit one almost literally glowing with smug, self-satisfied hubris):
* Fear that if the Democrats win the 08 election and America pulls out of Iraq, Europeans might respect us again and Muslims will no longer have a good reason to kill us.
* Fear that socialized medicine will NOT completely destroy capitalism like Republican doomsayers keep bleating.
* Fear that America could actually take lessons in freedom from countries that don't torture or execute their citizens.
* Fear that the puppets America's installed in the Iraqi government will eventually bite the hand that feeds them, just like Saddam, and just like Osama, who both used to be our pals but didn't stay bought.
* Fear that your "innocent jokes" reveal your true racist nature.
* Fear that no one's buying your jingoistic propaganda any more.
* Fear that it isn't possible to get your piece of the American dream because the playing field really ISN'T level.
* Fear that there are actually things the government can do to level the playing field.
* Fear that when people "speak truth to power", YOU'RE the one they're talking to, and that you ought to listen.
* Fear that Fox isn't fair and balanced.
* Fear that Dan Rather's memos were real.
* Fear that Clinton's impeachment was a substanceless case of political grandstanding.
* Fear that an impeachment case against Bush wouldn't be.
* Fear that school voucher programs would hurt the children who couldn't afford to use them.
* Fear that the reality-based community really is.
* Fear that you're only echoing Republican talking points, and have no original thoughts of your own.
* Fear that the Palestinians have good reasons to fight against Israel.
* Fear that gay marriage is less of a threat to the institution than heterosexual abuse and adultery.
* Fear that enforcing cookie-cutter, one-size-fits-all educational standards will not do anything to get at-risk students the help they need, even though they make you feel better.
* Fear that Communism can't be as bad as Joe McCarthy & Ronald Reagan told you it was, as proven by the fact that the Chinese economy is growing three times faster than America's.
* Fear that, by laughing at Al Gore, you're giving a death sentence to your children and your children's children.
* Fear that oil doesn't necessarily have to be the world's main source of energy.
* Fear that oil isn't something that innocent people have to die for.
And yes, I know this list isn't funny. I *said* I was writing like a Democrat, didn't I?
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go take a long, long shower.
Guns don't kill people--Koreans kill people.
Reacting to the Virginia Tech massacre, The View co-host Rosie O'Donnell called on Americans to end their love affair with Koreans. "A Korean is responsible for the biggest murder spree in American history, therefore, to prevent the recurrence of similar crimes in the future, we must immediately ban all Koreans." "At the very least," proclaimed O'Donnell, "our leaders must pass legislation mandating the immediate utilization of safeguards that prevent Koreans from falling into the wrong hands and killing again."
April 18, 2007
American Idol Season Yawn - Top however many are left
I was in the kitchen washing walls, caulking, spackling, taping--the norm--last night, so I was too busy to write about AI. If I remember correctly, LaKisha was the worst of the bunch, and I agreed with what the judges said. Granted, before she sang, I was saying to Frank, "Eh, this is the most uninspiring night yet. It's boring without Gina, and I don't even have Haley's Hoo-hah to hate on, so I probably won't even blog it at all." Then I heard that Kiki was going to sing "Jesus Take the Wheel". Ok, first off, that's the song that went through my head on 2/26/07 when I had my spinout on I-95 and almost got flattened by a spinout. I'm not lying, instead of a gospel hymn like "Paradise Valley" or "We Shall Assemble", I got Carrie Underwood in my head. And now Kiki wants to go ruin my epiphany-life-change song? It's a good thing I didn't see the swinging knockers while listening to her butchering of it, or I would have to start withholding that number.
Anyway, we're on our way out the door to Bible study, peeps, so here's my quick order, from what I can remember. It was a better night than usual, but it was still not worth leaving the kitchen for. Ouch. I can't even remember all their names. That's gotta sting, kids.
Jordin, but she did have some pitch problems. I guess I wasn't jumping up and down since I've done better on that song. Not many times, and I probably couldn't do better in front of millions of viewers on this week in history on that stage, but I'm a harsh critic. Oh, but she's only 17. Hey, I put her in 1st place, what do y'all want?
Going home? Chris.
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
"Why haven't you killed the monkey?"
"Why haven't you killed Aquaman?"
"Why haven't you nuked the moon?"
"Shouldn't you be working on killing the monkey now?"
"When are going to write another 'Know Thy Enemy'?"
My wife's questions were beginning to vex me. "While Aquaman is watching me, it's too risky to take on the monkey. Also, Aquaman is using his vote at the Justice League to keep me from nuking the moon. So, when I take care of Aquaman, I can nuke the moon and kill the monkey."
SarahK practiced throwing her kitchen knife at a dartboard. "You're going to put the monkey on the moon?"
I set down my soldering iron. "No; that's completely separate. I'll devise some other scheme later to take care of the monkey."
"What's wrong with that box trap you made?"
"The monkey is obviously too smart for that seeing how he outsmarted me the other day."
She laughed that mocking laughs of hers, and I felt my soul shrink. "That doesn't mean he's very smart; the dog outsmarted you earlier today."
Rowdi sat nearby still wearing my hat, her tongue hanging out both to help regulate her body temperature and to ridicule me. The dog would gets hers after Aquaman and the monkey.
"So what are you making there?" SarahK asked.
"It's basically a powerful signal broadcaster." I soldered a few more wires. "It's far too complex for a woman's brain to comprehend."
"Whatever; I'm getting annoyed by all this." She flung a steak knife across the room, hitting the dartboard dead center. "Why don't I just kill the monkey for you so it actually gets done."
"No!" I pounded the table with my fist. "It's my kill! I don't need you killing my monkeys, woman!"
"You're a silly billy." She pulled out a gun and shot the dartboard. "If I see any monkeys, I'm going to kill them. That's my policy... same as with the homeless."
I just grunted and continued my work. The most ingenious superhero death was almost ready.
Tomorrow Aquaman dies.
Frank's Words of Wisdom
If I had to put my finger on the main thing wrong with society today, it's that we don't make use of rockets enough to solve our daily problems.
If you need to put a bow tie on an aardvark, make sure to set aside at least an hour.
They say let sleeping dogs lie, but kicking the small ones is cheap entertainment.
Its a fact of life that people are going to try to stab you.
Babies know the content of your soul. That's why they cry.
Ugly people are not worth talking to.
The faster you drive, the quicker you'll sober.
You can survive for about 36 days on just Tootsie Pops and Mountain Dew. After that, subjects tend to have organ failure.
Catching a machete thrown at you is about as hard as it looks.
No argument can beat a hammer.
Liberals aren't very gung ho on fighting terrorists because secretly they also want to kill gays and the Jews.
Bears only attack the immoral.
Wearing a black ninja outfit and ambushing someone from a tree is not an excuse for sloppy kung fu techniques.
April 17, 2007
It's Time For Common Sense Restrictions On Freedom Of Assembly
An Editorial By Harvey
In the wake of the Virginia Tech shootings, I've seen a lot of people putting the blame on guns. "We need more gun control laws", they say... "If we didn't have so many guns in this country, this never would've happened", they say... "Stupid Second Amendment! I'll get you for this!" they say.
"it's tragically obvious at this point that allowing people to assemble for the purpose of education has - without exception - ended in mass murder every time it's been tried."
Slow down there, Sparky! The fact is, guns were already prohibited on the Virginia Tech campus. Having another anti-gun law would be as pointless as outlawing murder, and I don't hear anybody calling for that.
The truth is that these anti-gun wackos are barking up the wrong constitutional doctrine. The problem lies with the First Amendment, not the Second.
Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with speeching and pressing and religioning and redressing. It's that assembling thing that makes these killing sprees possible. When people get together in large groups, all they're really doing is providing an irresistable target-rich environment, enticing psychopaths to start blasting away. It's like wearing a short skirt and skimpy top while walking down a street - might as well hand out engraved invitations.
Oh, I know what you're going to say. "We need the right of assembly. Groups of angry citizens mobbing together is one of the last lines of defense against a tyrannical government that oversteps it's bounds".
Worked really good for the Chinese in Tiananmen Square, didn't it? What are you going to do? Stop a tank by standing in front of it holding a couple shopping bags? That might've worked 200 years ago, but tanks were much smaller then.
The fact is, freedom of assembly is just an archaic holdover from a bygone era. In today's modern age, people have NO REASON to physically get together in large groups. Technology has provided us with e-mail, and telephones, and blogs, and on-line shopping. Everything that used to require physical proximity can now be accomplished virtually. The problem is that our Consitution is just as archaic as the ridiculous "freedom" it enshrines. It needs to be updated to reflect modern realities.
However, Constitutional amendments are notoriously hard to pass (heck the last one took over 200 years), and the fact is, we don't need to do away with public assembly COMPLETELY - be kinda hard to get laid that way - we just need to modify our outdated notions a bit, and live within a more reasonable framework of interpersonal gathering modalities. You know, pass a few prudent laws that sensibly restrict, rather than repeal.
For example, it's tragically obvious at this point that allowing people to assemble for the purpose of education has - without exception - ended in mass murder every time it's been tried. Why not have virtual classrooms? Each student and teacher securely locked away in their own homes, learning via some sort of Skype & Webcam arrangement? Can't have a school shooting without a school, and no one's ever been murdered in the safety of their own home. If only we as a nation had taken this logical and obvious approach earlier! How many lives would've been saved?
Of course, this is only a first step. The sad fact is that other forms of assembly would remain to be dealt with. Work places, malls, parks, orgies, Tupperware parties... all knowingly flaunting their tempting, shootable flesh, driving the disturbed among us mad with unquenchable desire... eventually something would have to be done about those, too. Maybe some judicious amendment-editing IS in order. Even a simple addition like "right of the people peaceably to assemble - one to a room" might be enough.
Anyway, thank you for reading, and please support this common sense approach to tragedy prevention.
Harvey is a non-disabled Navy veteran accidentally hired to fill an affirmative action quota at IMAO.us. He is also the author of such books as "Get Out of Here! This Is MY Room!" and "Should the Right To Assemble Include C++?".
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
Despite my injuries, I had important work to do. Aquaman and the monkey would have to wait for their deaths. I took the bag lunch of peanut butter and jelly and Doritos that SarahK prepared for me and headed for my car while checking the trees for movement. Aquaman was nearby watching me, but I paid him no heed.
The drive to Kennedy Space Center was uneventful, but I was in for quite a shock once I got there.
"We're canceling the nuclear strike against the moon?!" I shouted in disbelief, temporarily losing my composure. "Has the administration decided it now hates America, freedom, and apple pie? As long as we're being a bunch of compromising wussies, why don't we just send all the terrorists fruit baskets?"
I had been working on this project for some time. I have been paid well for it, but this was also my baby. You can't imagine how it feels to be told that their going to take away your baby and explode him in an island off of Puerto Rico.
"The President decided that, since this is a non-critical nuclear strike, we should run it by the Justice League," the general there explained. "They voted to stop our strike if we launch it."
I couldn't believe it. "The same Justice League that voted against helping in the Iraq war because it was 'too political'? Why in the world are we even still talking to them? We are nuking the moon for national security purposes -- to show our power -- how can we let some super losers get in the way?"
The general looked defeated. "I'm sorry, but the President has decided not to go against them."
I sat down and thought for a moment. "What was the vote?"
"It was a split vote: three to four. Batman, the Green Lantern, and Martian Manhunter voted to support the strike while Superman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, and Aquaman voted against."
Aquaman! I couldn't believe they actually gave him a vote on their council. Then again, France gets a vote at the U.N. This was too much; first Aquaman was bothering me in my personal life, and now he was bothering me in my work -- preventing America from asserting its power from nuking the moon. "If something happened to one of the voting members, how would that affect the vote?"
The general looked concerned. "What are you planning?"
"Never mind that; just answer the question."
"They'd appoint a new voting member... most likely Black Canary."
And she is a hawk (pardon the pun). It seemed this would be a problem that would solve itself when I took care of Aquaman. It also meant more focus would be on me when Aquaman is found dead. I'll have to be extra careful in this operation.
The peanut butter and jelly sandwich and Doritos were yummy. I never get tired of that.
How Will Global Warming Affect You? Please Tell Us!
Ex-U.S. military officials testified at U.N. Security Council on Climate Change that global warming could mean more conflict and war in the world. Apparently we've decided to stop pretending this is a scientific issue and just let everyone get hysterical about the temperature possibly rising a degree or two. Thus, here are more groups testifying on the dangers of global warming:
MORE TESTIMONY ABOUT GLOBAL WARMING FROM JOBLESS, NON-CLIMATOLOGISTS
* According to former teamsters, global warming could cause an increase in naps and surliness among union workers.
* According to former police officers, global warming could cause more people to tan and thus have dark enough skin to require harassment by the man.
* According to former firemen, global warming could mean shorter walks for firehouse dalmatian because of the threat of heat exhaustion. Not having his exercise, the dog will then chew on furniture. Furniture replacement will then increase their budget by 5%. Global warming could also cause more fires, but that's okay because they have protective hats.
* According to former ice cream truck drivers, global warming could mean a huge increase in ice cream. Man they sure wish they hadn't had their trucks confiscated by the state for the multiple DUIs.
* According to former ninjas, global warming could mean a decrease in foliage making it harder for them to ambush people from trees.
* According to the guy who used to sell pickles on the side of the road, global warming could cause a 13% reduction in the cucumber crop. He also warns of the adverse health effect of global warming and how that can be prevented by drinking pickle juice.
* According to former serial killers, global warming could mean more talking dogs urging people to kill.
* According to former Canadian, global warming could have an effect on ice which is important to ice hockey (hence the name). This would mean a huge increase in Canadian suicides because what else would they have left to do?
* According to former bloggers, global warming could mean less cats and thus a decrease in the quantity of Friday, cat-themed blogging. According to former blog-readers, that would be awesome!
From Now On, I Pay in Cash
I am quite astounded by the lengths to which one company will go to collect on an imagined bill of $38.95.
Back in July of 2005, I was in need of a new suit. Being that I rarely go out for the purpose of buying clothes (my wardrobe consists solely of shirts I've received as Christmas or birthday gifts), I went to Men's Wearhouse and splurged a bit and purchased a couple suits and a number of dress shirts as well as a pair of deer-skin shoes. I got a discount if I used their credit, so I opened an account with them. Before any interest accrued, I paid off the bill in full.
All good so far. Well, for a little over a year, I made no more use of the credit I got from Men's Wearhouse. Then, in August 2006, they sent me a check for $38.95. Having done nothing with my account for so long, it seemed it must have been some error. Still, it's been many many years since I cared about a sum of money less than forty dollars, so I just let SarahK file it away.
A little while later I received a bill from Men's Wearhouse for $38.95. I was a bit indignant about this. It doesn't seem right to me that you can send me a check and then bill me for it. Now they were asking me to go cash the check and mail back a payment for the same amount; their error was going to cost me my time. It seems to me they should have just called and said that they sent me a check in error, and then I could tell them I never cashed it, and all would be good in the world. Just sending me a bill seemed rather impersonal and tactless.
I put the bill in my "to do" pile, but frankly, I'm rather lazy about this sort of thing because I hate having to take time out of my work day to crawl through some automated system until I can find my way to a live human being somewhere in South Asia... especially when all the effort is to explain to them that, no, I don't owe you this measly bill.
So I forgot about it until I received the next bill with late charges. I finally went ahead and called them and talked to someone named "Phil" with an Indian accent. Ends up they already reported my delinquency on this non-existent sum to the credit agency, but it only took the customer service rep a minute at his computer to realize that this was their error. They credited someone else's payment to my account and sent me a check for the excess before they realized the error. He said he would file this for investigation and it should all be taken care of and removed from my credit report in sixty days. That seemed like a long time, but I wasn't planning on buying a house any time soon, and I'm lazy, so I let it go at the time.
Soon we started to get odd phone calls. SarahK usually screens, so what we got were recorded voice message telling us to call a number for a "great opportunity from GE Money." It sounded like some phone scam, so we ignored it, but we got one about every day. SarahK finally answered one of the phone calls, and it was Men's Wearhouse trying to collect on the $38.95... now inflated by numerous late fees. They wouldn't talk to SarahK since the credit was in my name, though. One day I answered when I was home (I just answer the phone when it rings; I'm crazy like that) and I talked to someone named "Mary" with an Indian accent who then asked to transfer me to someone in their credit department. I said "Fine" because this seemed easy to explain. I then talked to someone who actually did sound American who asked me about my bill. Now I'm thinking they hired out a collection agency for this made up, tiny bill which makes the whole thing even more ridiculous. It ends up that GE Money is who does their credit, and it was Men's Wearhouse who had been pestering us all this time.
Anyway, it took the woman I talked to under a minute to figure out that this was indeed their error, and she told me that, if it is under investigation, don't worry about it. So I didn't. Still, we continued to get phone calls. It is months later now. One day I was home and answered the phone again and ended up talking to one of Men's Wearhouse's collection people. Again, I explained how I don't owe them anything and this has been a lot of harassment about nothing. He saw this was true, but he couldn't do anything because apparently the people in Men's Wearhouse collection and Men's Wearhouse credit don't talk to each other (bad blood or something). He gave me a number to call and I was indignant that once again this idiocy requires action on my part. They've been harassing me for months, and I have to call them to plead them to stop. Over a non-existent $38.95!
The phone calls stopped, so I forgot about this until I recently received a bill from Men's Wearhouse, now up to $178.81 that they imagined I owe them. I finally called them again yesterday afternoon and politely asked the person in India (there's never a reason to yell at the Indians because they're miles away from all this) to let me talk to someone higher up so I can put an end to this. I explained the whole thing -- again -- and the woman in customer service -- the American customer service -- told me they never had this listed as being disputed. She was able to immediately take care of the late fees which made me wonder why I had so many months ago been told that this would take sixty days to fix. That was because apparently they still send communiques between India and the Americas by ship, so when someone in India marks something to be looked into, they have to wait sixty days for one of their sturdy ships to find a strong wind and fair weather and make the trip to El Paso, Texas. Unfortunately, the ship with the note to check my account must have been attacked by pirates somewhere in the Atlantic and thus the months of harassment. I thought there was quicker, more reliable communication between India and America (somehow I was able to talk to both their customer service centers by phone), but I guess that wasn't in their budget... especially when they believed they were lacking $38.95.
Anyway, the late charges were taken away, and she told me this was being corrected with the credit agency, but I was still going to be listed as owing them $38.95 until they verified the check was never cashed. After all this annoyance, I felt they owed me much more than that sum... or at least should take my word for it that I owed them nothing. She was very adamant though; this was an exceptionally important $38.95, and while this was a huge headache for me, it was nothing compared to the agony Men's Wearhouse is under thinking it's $38.95 poorer. Thus, the charge would remain for the 72 hours it would take for them to verify that I had never cashed the check they inexplicably sent me.
Now, does all this make sense from a business perspective? How much money did they spend harassing me over this imagined bill? I'm thinking more than $38.95. That combined with the fact I'm going to cancel my credit with them and never do business with Men's Wearhouse again has to make this quite a huge loss. And is $38.95 really a sum you want to beat a costumer to death over? Earlier, they had sent me $100 in gift certificates because of my previous purchase with them, but later they hounded me every day over less than forty bucks. It seems at some point human eyes should have seen this and noticed how ridiculous it is. Or, at least, when what had happened was brought to light, they should have been apologetic and tried to make up for this instead of clinging to their precious $38.95.
I still like the shoes, though.
April 16, 2007
In your face, IRS! That's less than I saved on Coca-Cola after I was diagnosed with epilepsy last year and stopped drinking caffeine, you bloodsuckers!
Owing $142 on April 16 is almost as good as owing $.01 or $.00. When you're talking about thousands of dollars in tax liability, $142 is so immaterial that I can say we're practically at $0 tax liability (I mean, we're still going to pay it so both worthless parties can spend the money on pork and social programs in which I don't believe), and at the same time, we didn't give the feds an interest-free loan. I think that's 3 out of the last 4 years for me that I can think of. Or something like that.
Eat that, moneymongers!
According to a new report, sex ed classes that teach only abstinence do nothing to delay the average teenager's first experience with intercourse.
Since doing "the marital" leads to naught but woe, suffering, and empty promises of "I'll call you", and all government programs are equally useless, we must do more to protect our children. Here are my suggestions on how Biblical-type knowings may be more effectively prevented:
* Viewing of any kissing scene from "The Golden Girls"
* Don Imus masks (Rutgers only)
* Thinking about baseball - specifically Tommy Lasorda
* Master Lock™ brand genital piercings
* "Friend of Sanjaya" t-shirts
* Being a white man on a dance floor
* Viewing "Shaved Britney"... either end
* Free car with your first driver's license, but it's a Yugo
* Or you can take the Vespa
* E-mail address containing "@aol.com"
* Community service: peep show mop boy
* Chess club membership (voice of experience here)
Of course, the best way to prevent pre-marital sex is to avoid spending the night with Michael Jackson, but that sorta goes without saying.
If you happen to read the Wall Street Journal today, read the letters to the editor on page A13.
The last one? Mine. A response to Case Closed: Tax Cuts Mean Growth by his eminent Fredness.
But seeing my words in black and white on dead tree media. It's hard to believe.
Sure you can read it online too, I mention the Laffer curve. But its in print too
Update: Am I looking for kudos? Virtual cookies? Pats on the back? No, I am really saying "HAH! My words are in the WSJ and yours, not so much. Neener, neener, neener."
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
To further my plan and kill Aquaman in an elegant and -- if I may say -- a poetic fashion, I'd first need some radio jamming equipment. I had a dealer downtown who often dealt in electronics of questionable legality, but before I got there, I noticed a pair of eyes in a window three stories above me.
Damnable monkey eyes. Staring at me. Boring into my soul.
Apparently the lone survivor had followed me, deciding to attack me when I was away from home... when I was more vulnerable.
I pulled out my .45. If the monkey wanted to end things now, I was game.
I charged into the apartment building, running to the third story and counting doors until I was pretty sure I had the apartment the monkey must have hid in. I then kicked in the door as I disengaged the thumb safety on my gun.
The family inside screamed at me. "It's okay; I'm a popular blogger," I told them as I kept my eyes down the sights of my gun looking for monkey movement.
I heard scurrying and fired two shots through the wall.
"Maybe we should call the police," the mother there said.
I grabbed the cordless phone from her and smashed it against the wall. "They'd only get in the way." I heard a window open and ran into the kitchen. The breeze billowed the drapes and I looked out the window for the monkey expecting to see him scurrying down the a pipe.
A cabinet popped open behind. I spun around and tried to aim my gun, but I was too late. I got off one unaimed shot before two monkey feet slammed me in chest sending me out the window. I plummeted towards the streets, smashing into a soft top car. Through pained-filled eyes, I could see the monkey jump out the window and fly off in a little monkey hang glider.
Outsmarted by a monkey. It was not a good day.
"Having trouble, Mr. Fleming?"
I recognized the voice. It was Aquaman. I groped around me until I found my gun. I then put it back into its in-the-waist holster and rolled off of the car. "I'm doing awesome. How are those swimming lessons at the Y working out for you?"
He glared at me. "I'm keeping an eye on you."
I shrugged. "What? Is it suddenly illegal to fall out of a window?" I walked off to finish my errand.
I still can't believe his obsession with me; it's not like he actually cares about some dead monkeys. It's not my fault what happened to you last year, Mr. Curry, but, when you die, it will be by my hands.
That I swear.
Perspective on stolen dreams
Our prayers go out to the families of the victims and also to the witnesses of the shootings. How very sad.
Don't even get me started on the gun control crowd.
Racial Slur Time!
I have to say that this whole Imus thing makes me a little worried. With humor, we're always pushing the boundaries, and, if I'm not careful, I could end up the object of condemnation. Thus, to make sure I don't say something racially insensitive, I'm going to focus all racial hatred on a group I won't get in trouble belittling: The Irish.
So, what to do of these Irish who could break out into violence at any moment and are incapable of being reasoned with? The only solution is to call them racial slurs. Some suggestions:
What's your favorite slur for this inferior race?
Daily Fred Thompson Fact
The original ending to In the Line of Fire had Fred Thompson stand between the assassin and the president and deflect the bullet off his chest. This was deemed to unrealistic, though, since no one would ever have the courage to pull the trigger on Fred Thompson.
April 15, 2007
Nappy Headed Ho dead at age 76.
April 14, 2007
April 13, 2007
Since Bill O'Reilly is busy in Ireland getting drunk and fighting (it's still okay to be racist towards the Irish, right?), Michelle Malkin subbed for O'Reilly last night and tonight. I haven't watched tonight's yet (I'm tivoing the 11pm repeat), but last night she did great. She also got called a prostitute to her face which made for good TV.
According to this site, she got huge rating subbing for Bill. I think she does great on hard new analysis (not so much on softer stuff like when she once subbed on FOX and Friends). Instead of replacing O'Reilly, I think she and Kirsten Powers should replace Hannity and Colmes. That would make that hour much smarter and much much more attractive.
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
Many think that Aquaman's ability to command the creatures of the sea is something magical, but it can be quantified scientifically. Like any other signal that goes through the air, it operates on a specific frequency. And when I know that frequency, Aquaman will die.
Reading up on how brains operate, I was able to limit down the possible frequencies in which Aquaman's telepathy might operate. I then set a frequency scanner by those parameters.
"Dear, I'm heading out to stalk Aquaman."
She reluctantly turned her attention away from her soap opera. "You still have the monkey to kill."
"And die it shall, but the monkey I most want off my back right now is Aquaman. I'll be back in time for dinner."
"I'll try to notice." She looked back to her show and waved me away.
At the zoo, Aquaman's CSI friend had left (I was careful; there was nothing to find), but Mr. Curry was still staring at the ashes of the monkey cages as if he could command them to give him answers. It was an obsession -- and a very unhealthy once since it was going to cause me to kill him.
"Whatcha doin'?" My interrogator was a chubby child eating cotton candy. He stared at my frequency scanner with the incomprehension of a dog watching an opera.
"Did your parents ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"
"Probably because they hate you because you're so fat and are hoping some stranger will do you in." I noticed a nearby tank. "I'll honor their wishes." I snatched his cotton candy and tossed it into the tank.
"My candy!" He waddled towards the tank, leaned over the railing reaching for his cotton candy, and stretched his arms out for until gravity won over.
At the sound of the splash, I faded into nearby crowd. "A kid has fallen into the stingray tank!" a woman shouted.
Aquaman ran forward for the rescue. "Just stay still and they won't hurt you," he told the blubbering child. Stingrays were an extremely minor threat, but instinctively Aquaman must have told them to move out of the way, because they fled as he reached in.
And my scanner caught the signal. It wasn't enough data to properly breakdown how his telepathy worked, but it was enough for my purposes. By the time Aquaman had used his super strength to lift the wet dumpling to safety, I was gone.
Enjoy this minor act of heroism, Aquaman, for it shall be your last.
Oh, get over yourselves
Warning: This is a rant. If you're one of those whiny peeps who just can't handle it when IMAO gets ranty, you have this thing on the right-hand side of your screen called a scroll bar. I assume you know how to use it.
I'm over this racist bullcrap. I've been over it since about five minutes after Imus apologized the first time. After the first apology, there should have been no more apologies, and he absolutely NEVER should have groveled to Hypocrites Extraordinaire and Self-Proclaimed Masters of the Universe Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson. Note to Sharpton and Jackson: There is only one Master of the Universe, and his name is Jack Bristow. Neither of you comes close to being Jack Bristow, so move along now and crawl back into your racist, seedy little holes. Mr. Sharpton, you can go back to flinging around racial epithets about Jews and Whiteys. Jackson, well, you just go back to being the King of Slime.
Now, at first I felt bad for the Rutgers women's basketball team, which everyone has already forgotten about. They're now just "the Rutgers team". What sport is it they were playing before this turned into the Sharpton/Jackson Circus and Spotless Barack's Presidential Hot Topic? Oh, and did anyone notice that not all of them are black? Just wanted to mention it, because I doubt that Al and Jesse picked up on that, since they spun this whole thing as just another way for white men to keep black women enslaved.
But see, if I were one of the girls on the basketball team, I would just want it to go away. Yeah, ok, I was called a (k)nappy-headed ho in front of Imus's eight listeners, and that's incredibly insulting and very inaccurate (look how nice my hair is). Oh, and remember my accomplishments on the basketball court? I rock, and nobody remembers that!
But this. This is over the top.
He stole your dreams? You're serious? Not making a funny? This isn't satire?
It was an ugly, stupid thing to say. It was hurtful. But he stole your dreams? You're victims now forever? Scarred for life? Not going to be able to go on and have families and/or careers (whatever it is you dream about) because Don Imus called you (k)nappy-headed hos? Seriously. He's Don Imus. And they're words. Not even creative ones, at that! In the feeding frenzy following the two-word phrase, pretty much every person who has ever been on his show, co-hosted with him, been a regular guest, asked him about his American Idol opinions, eaten breakfast with him, or sat next to him on the subway has denounced him and taken him out of his/her will.
You have got to get a grip on this little thing called reality. You know, one time when I was growing up, I was taking a shower, and a cockroach dropped from the ceiling of the shower and landed on my head. Landed on my head. I am not lying. Also, this one time, when I was ten, I had a cockroach (these were the flying cockroaches in Texas, which we lovingly call Palmetto bugs) fly off the wall and follow me in flight from room to room as I ran screaming from it. Both of those events have lived on prominently in my bruised little psyche. I can't say for sure, but I think those cockroaches had more of an effect on me than Imus's non-sticks, non-stones will have on your life-long dreams. Suck. It. Up.
One more thing. There are three men. Their names are David Evans, Reade Seligmann, and Collin Finnerty. Yesterday they were declared innocent by the attorney general of North Carolina after almost an entire year of being besotted and besmirched in the media by racist creeps like Sharpton, Jackson, and Malik Shabazz, a real stand-up guy. These men, first and least of all, didn't even get to finish out their lacrosse season last year (their team was nationally ranked, too, by the way). Hey, your dreaming girls made it all the way to the championship game--but this year-long witch-hunt kept these guys--and their teammates--from competing at all. But the implications for their futures are so much farther reaching than some hurt feelings.
The rage I'm feeling about the stolen dreams comment is too much. My whole face is buzzing with seizures. I have to finish this in the morning. I have more to say. I've had nothing to say all along about the Duke case, because 1) legal cases that Greta and Nancy spend months poring over hours upon end bore me without measure, and 2) I chose not to make any judgments either way. It's not my business. I don't know these people! And frankly, my opinion of strippers and those who hire them is equally low. So I do not care about these people. I don't. I'm sorry. I haven't been able to make myself care about these boys nor Crystal Mangum, their accuser, because I kinda sorta have this whole judgmental thing about me. If I would have looked at this case a year ago with any intense scrutiny, I probably would have come to the opinion--please, let's be clear that I said opinion--that all parties involved are disgusting, and I would not want to be friends with any of them. Talk to them about Jesus, sure. Hang out, not so much.
So. Every time this has come on TV or talk radio in the last year, I'm not kidding, I have changed the channel or station. Put on DVDs or CDs or my iPod. I knew of the case in my peripheral vision. Sure, I knew what the accusations were, and I heard when the DNA evidence came back to not support the case. I couldn't avoid that because some of the blogs I read were following the case closely. I didn't begin to pay attention until I started hearing that there was absolutely no evidence to support a conviction, and Nifong was running for reelection. Aha. My ears perked up. I truly believe that vengeance is in the hands of God, sometimes in this life, sometimes in the next, sometimes both. And I've had too many close experiences with people who will tear other people down to build themselves up--I cannot abide those people.
For the love of pete. Make yourselves better, and we all become great. But "I cannot abide useless people." So then I paid a little bit of attention. And this week I did not change the channel when the news broke about ethics charges against Nifong and the Attorney General declaring the innocence of the accused.
Ok, now I go to bed. Tomorrow, I'll write about why Ms. Stringer needs to splash some water on her face and see whose dreams have really been stolen.
Alrighty, then. I'm awake. These Duke lacrosse players. The three. Every job interview they go on--no, hopefully they won't be stupid enough to put "lacrosse" in the hobbies section of their résumé (if so, then, well... survival of the fittest comes to mind), but every job interview where their names are recognized, potential employers will be reluctant to hire them because they'll be afraid of sexual harassment lawsuits. When they are able to get jobs, will they even be able to speak to women at work without being extremely careful of every single word that comes out of their mouths? They can't even have normal conversation anymore. Forever they will carry the stigma of sexual predator, even though they are innocent of the legal definition of such (see above for what I think about people who hire strippers or go to strip clubs--and no, I won't apologize for that). The best bet these guys have is to own their own businesses and have no employees, and owning your own business is not as easy as it sounds. It can be done, though, and if these guys choose not to go on Oprah and act like Victims of the Year, maybe they can do it.
Note for this next section: I'm a bit of a prude, but I don't pretend that everyone else is.
It's not only about jobs, though, is it? Women. They've obviously made mistakes with women. And now every woman who gets a goodnight kiss, every woman in any kind of intimate situation with these guys will have in the back of their minds... "Is he... oh no... what is he doing? Do I want him to do that? Is it okay? Wait, yes, I'm okay with this... But we're only doing this because I'm okay with it..." Or if he wants to go a little farther than she does, she'll say, "No, let's not," he'll say, "Come on, why not?" like happens in normal, everyday relationships, and rape charges will be filed. Instead of her just saying, "Because I'm not ready," or "Because it's wrong, and we should wait until we're married," or "Because I'm in a womanly way right now," she will cry out, "Rape! You are a rapist! Nifong was right all along!"
And any time there's a breakup, it will make the news, because remember folks, we are stuck with our sorry excuse for media. "[Actual name] and his unnamed girlfriend of four months split up today. Sources say that there has as of yet been no accusation of sexual assault. As you may recall, [actual name] was accused of rape back in 2006 by a lovely young exotic dancer (we don't want to use her name out of respect for her). Charges were later dropped, but Rose McGowan decided that the men were guilty of something, because they are rich and white and the accuser is black, i.e., not rich and white. We will continue to update you on this story as it progresses."
Marriage? "[Actual name] was married today in a heartfelt ceremony. The media was not allowed into the ceremony, but sources close to the family say that it was a joyous occasion, and that the family and friends of [actual last name] breathed a sigh of relief. As you know, [actual name] was one of three men accused of the sexual assault of an exotic dancer in 2006, and it was thought that he would never be able to find happiness due to the cloud of suspicion that has always hovered over him. The source says that [actual last name] and his bride, a humble school teacher, will be able to finally put whatever happened in that fraternity house behind him. As to the other two men accused alongside him, we will let you know if and when they ever find happiness. This is [white guilt reporter], reporting live in Raleigh, North Carolina. Jim? Back to you."
So ladies? I think you'll live. It was a very bad joke. A reprehensible one. He apologized. Ms. Stringer's pastor was the one who organized the groveling session between Imus and the Rutgers women's basketball team. It lasted three hours. It could have been a three minute phone call, and he was on his hands and knees in person for three hours?? Am I in the twilight zone? Mr. Pastor? Have you even read the Bible? Do you preach it to your congregation? Oh, and while I'm talking to "pastors", why don't you listen up, Mr. Sharpton and Mr. Jackson (sorry, can't call anyone reverend, it's against my beliefs, I can quote you scripture if you need me to):
For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.
Then Peter came to Him and said, "Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? Up to seven times?" Jesus said to him, "I do not say to you, up to seven times, but up to seventy times seven.
"And whenever you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone, forgive him, that your Father in heaven may also forgive you your trespasses."
But suddenly your dreams are shattered, you want all of America to kiss your ring, and you have to have a three hour apology? It should have gone like this:
IMUS: I'm very sorry. You've seen me apologize all week publicly. And now, with no cameras around, I tell you the same thing. I'm so sorry.
That's it. Three hours?
Scarred for life, my big white pinkytoe. Give me a break. There are people with real problems in this world, and frankly, being called a (k)nappy-headed ho stings for about an hour. Your dreams are not stolen. You can move on with your lives. You got your stint on the Oprah show and strong-armed two pansy companies into firing someone. There are no long-term implications for you. For the Duke guys? Yes. For Imus? Yes.
And he wasn't fired because the market spoke. No. He was fired because CBS radio and MSNBC are big fat chickens. Imus has had fairly low ratings for years. Sponsors were strong-armed by people like Sharpton and Jackson, who do not speak for all of the black community, into pulling out. We wouldn't have known if the market would speak about it for another few months. Just like with Rosie O'Donnell spouting her idiotic views about 9/11 on The View. I'll admit, I had been DVRing The View since about October because I liked debating back with the TV when Rosie said idiotic things. But after her Truther crap, I took it off the DVR list, as I imagine many others did. Now I only see clips on Hot Air and YouTube when the dingbat goes off her nut on air. I think time will tell whether Rosie's Trutherism will hurt ratings. If it does, that's the market speaking. And that's the difference. That's the difference between White Guilt and blatant racism from the black "leaders" getting someone fired and the market asking for it.
And you know what? I do think Rosie should be cut from The View. But not because she shouldn't be allowed to say those ridiculous things. She should be allowed to say them (1st amendment--just like I should be allowed to carry a gun anywhere I please due to the 2nd amendment but more importantly due to my natural born rights). I think Rosie should be cut because she just says the same things over and over, changes the subject to "Bush is killing all our soldiers" any time she starts to lose an argument, and makes the show so unwatchable for me. On the other hand, I never tuned in before she was on, and I only tuned in to debate with her in my own head. And as long as she's making the ratings better than they were before she was on, and as long as the sponsors are willing to support her disgusting anti-patriotic views (yes, I said it, I believe she is anti-America, pro-America's enemies, and wants us to lose this war), ABC has every right to keep her. If they're not a publicly funded corporation, fine. I believe in free speech.
One more thing. While I do think the language of rap music is disgusting (though I do admit to an Eminem music weakness and buy cleaned-up versions of his CDs--I'm sorry, I know), I believe in the right of morons like Snoop Dogg to fling around whatever words they choose, as long as I am not subjected to the music involuntarily, such as in public places, and as long as no government funding is ever funneled to such "art". I disagree with Michelle on this point: I've been able to avoid it just fine (except for my nasty Eminem habit, but that's my choice). It's up to parents to police their own children and to adults to police ourselves.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah. Congratulations, Rutgers women's basketball team on your achievement! And congratulations to David Evans, Reade Seligmann, and Collin Finnerty on being able to move on with your lives.
Daily Fred Thompson Fact
When Fred Thompson found out a Senator had added pork to a bill, Fred Thompson ripped off the man's leg and beat him with it. The leg was later returned to the Senator as part of a bi-partisan compromise.
April 12, 2007
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
To kill Aquaman, I must first find his weakness.
I was bit exhausted today because I had to fend off a savage attack by my dog. She's a pit bull, so random, deadly attacks are just part of her personality. Still, recuperating gave me a chance to stay in and plot.
On our kitchen table I spread out newspaper articles and research papers on Aquaman. It would probably be easier to organize all the information on a computer, but when plotting to kill I like to have physical things to hold... to crush.
"Why waste your time with this?" My wife was cleaning her stainless steel .45. "Just shoot him in the face and get this over with."
I laughed. "This isn't going to be some drive by shooting by a gangbanger with his pants around his ankles; I'm plotting to kill a superhero. This is a game of chess." I didn't want this kill to be traced back to me either. No more loose ends to worry about.
SarahK finished assembling the gun and raked the slide triumphantly. "Just make sure he never bothers us again. You still have that monkey to take care of, remember?"
Of course I can remember; I can feel its eyes on me every time I'm near a window. But first things first.
One newspaper article caught my eye. Aquaman saved a swimmer from sharks. He simply swam in, grabbed the youth, and swam out without a care.
And that's his weakness. He is so used to commanding sea creatures, it's not even something he has to think about anymore. And after the incident outside of Tucson, he's been even more reckless.
You think you can swim with the sharks, Aquaman? We'll see about that.
Something Better Happen Soon
There's nothing to post about. The two big stories right now -- Imus and the Duke lacrosse players -- are both things I never cared about.
So, here's a non-political topic: What exactly is fire?
I mean, it has a size (though the shape is constantly in flux) and a color, but I don't think it has a mass. What exactly is it? Are we sure fire isn't black magic? Like, are we so used to fire now, we've just never really looked at it and said, "Wait a second! This is evil!"
I don't trust fire. I think unleashing fire to gain its heat and warmth is like making a deal with the devil. Don't do it. Fire bad.
Daily Fred Thompson Fact
The U.S. Military once created a Fred Thompson submachine gun. They were unable to use it since firing it on the battlefield violated every single article of the Geneva Conventions (and common sense).
Bill Whittle's Unseen Part 2
Whitler snuck in his next essay a couple days ago, a second part to an essay on critical thinking that he started a decade or so ago. I swear, J.D. Salinger outputs writing more consistently than him.
I just found out about it and haven't read it yet, but I thought I'd pass it on to you since they're always worthwhile. Reactions later.
April 11, 2007
American Idol Six - Top Eight elimination night
Speaking of elimination, the Dallas Stars are soooo going to eliminate the Vancouver Canucks from the Stanley Cup playoffs this round. Just so you know. /minor hockey trash talk
Wow. My first Whopper Jr. in ages. I won't get to have them for much longer, and mmmm. I forgot how good they are.
Oh yeah. American Idol. You can see how much I care about this season any more. I'm aching for Kellie Pickler to return, that's how much I un-heart this season. Yep. New lows.
Seacrest says the contestants brought flair, passion, and power to the Latin special. No, Ryan. They brought suckitude, apathy, and yawns. Seacrest asks who is going home and then gives Sanjaya a long look. Nope, don't think so, but it's good we're all fully IN the Universe of Sanjaya.
Randy says Latin songs are hard to sing, but the contestants overall did good. Paula giggles when Ryan asks if she saw a new side to the contestants. She and her vodka can't stop laughing. Simon says he did indeed sleep after complimenting Sanjaya last night.
The top eight (used loosely, of course) are singing "Bailamos" by William Hung, et al. It's not good. Oh, and I can't help but laugh at the producers' joke when Sanjaya and Haley are center stage for a duet. Well played. It must be fuh-reeeeezing in that auditorium tonight, because Haley is clothed. Or I don't know, maybe Haley's mama finally told her that in Texas, we don't like our girls to be h*s.
AI "Challenge": Which of Elliott Yamin, Kat McPhee, and Taylor Hicks performed with Meatloaf at last year's finale. How could we forget that? I mean... really. How. I don't remember what I said at the time, but I'm recalling it with a big fat "egad".
Oh yeah, the songwriting contest! I assume they're having this because the finale songs have gotten worse every single year. The song that wins will be sung on the finale. Please peeps, send in non-crappy, non-campy, non-"inspirational" drivel that someone would sing weepily to their mama at a 50th wedding anniversary party, ok? Avoid songs in the key of dull. Prime examples of what to stay away from include: "Inside Your Heaven" (known in our house as "Inside Your Tear Ducts"), "Do I Make You Proud" (Weird Al's version is so much better), "Flying Without Wings", and whatever nasty spittle Kat McPhee sang for the finale last year.
Seacrest went to the streets to interview people about the show. It's kinda cute. A lady ran away from Ryan at the end when he said "Come on baby, give me a nice, wet, lickery kiss."
A-Kon is on again singing "Don't Matter". He really likes singing on American Idol, because he was on with Gwen Stefani two weeks ago. He wants to fight for his right to love, yeah. You know what? I'm just happy he's not singing about b**ch*s and kn*p*y h**d*d h*s, as the hip-hop artists are so inclined to do these days. (And yes, I grew up in urban America and was a minority in my high school by the time I graduated, and I'm quite sure that at our school, knappy was spelled with a k. I'm well-educated on knappy. It means tangled, bushy, messy, gross. Even white people with dreds can have knappy hair--my mom's best friend's son and my own brother have had some knappy dreds, dawg. Every time I saw my brother with dreds, I would most assuredly make a comment about his knappy hair. It wasn't racist. It was just because his hair was knappy. For more urban education, just ask me questions. I'm happy to help.)
What was I talking about? Yes. The bad Ford commercial. It's "Knappy Together". No, sorry, that's "Happy Together". They got ahold of the CSI: Horatio visual effects and started morphing heads into other heads and cars into other cars. Morphing is wrong. I'm coming out against genetic morphing, especially genetic morphing funded by my American Idol votes and my driving of a Ford.
I can't actually see the game right now, because we have 2 things recording on the DVR, and our non-livingroom TVs don't get VS channel. But according to the Stars' website, the game is knotted at 1, thanks to our Captain. At 11 I can switch to the game. Florida sucks and has no sports radio, at least the east coast of Florida.
LOL, Soup moment: they're promoting the charity event, and Simon is showing the children in Africa that the charity event will help, and one of the little girls drew Simon with boobies. Simon says he doesn't much like her.
Ryan asks Simon if they raise $20MM, will Simon get up and sing onstage? Simon says no, you can do better.
They do a splice job with the judges trashing a contestant and Tony Bennett auditioning. "Other door."
NO NO! They're recapping the Latin show! WHY?! I like my ears! I need them for hearing and producing wax! They show Haley after the judges' comments last night, and Haley says, "I guess I'm gonna go, uh, put a robe on." Yes, because that's the first time she's heard the comment about her dressing problem? Wah.
Oh, poor wittle Haley says it hurt a little bit, and she's not gonna wear anything that she feels is inappropriate. Yes, just what would you consider inappropriate? Garters and crotchless panties?
Phil is in the bottom three.
After the break, Chris gets to sit back down. He is safe to sing another day. Finally, we will be rid of either the Hoo-Hah Girl or Pennywise. I actually hope it's the Hoo-Hah girl. Yes, I who have always withheld Phil's number would rather keep him around if it means getting rid of LegsMcCrotchy.
Hey, if J-Lo was a contestant, I would vote for her over any of the other contestants last night. My critiques would be that she ran out of breath a little at the end, and she needs to put her middle finger down a little. She was much more passionato than the others. J-Lo says she thinks she comes from the Paula school of criticism, not that we don't need our Simon. She believes in accentuating the positive. At least she's honest. She's charming and clothed for the evening.
Haley and her hoo-hah are going home, to the place where they belong, where love has always been enough for them. That's all I know of the song, still.
Next week is country with Martina McBride!! The only week to look forward to. But with this bunch, I'm not optimistic.
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
One of the cats -- the fat calico -- played with a cricket today. The cat ripped off the legs and then watched then insect squirm around as it slowly died. When the cat became bored, it retreated to the corner of the room to lick itself.
Cute things, those cats.
I wish I such luxury to enjoy my kill, but I needed the monkey killed quickly and efficiently. I already have too much to worry about and need closure for this episode.
The trap is simple. It's a box with an apple dangling in its center. When the monkey reaches in and grabs the apple, razor wire will go taut and slice off the monkey's arm. The monkey will then bleed to death while I stand on my back porch smoking a cigar and sipping bourbon.
Trap in hand, I went to get a ladder so as to place it in one of the trees out back. What I saw, though, were two people searching through the ashes of the monkey cages. One was instantly recognizable as Aquaman. The other took me a moment to place. He was Lieutenant Caine, a crime scene investigator from Miami. Aquaman used to frequent Miami quite a bit so they were old friends.
"If you take off your sunglasses, it might help you see any clues," I called out to the Lieutenant.
Aquaman turned his attention to me. "What do you have there?"
"A box; they're used for holding things. If you guys get tired of looking at those dead monkeys, just give me a holler and I'll see if I have some more interesting ones in my basement."
"This area is at sea level." Lieutenant Caine took off his sunglasses in a dramatic fashion. "You don't have a basement."
"It's called a joke, sherlock. You two have fun. Just don't have gay sex while children are watching." Me and my box headed back for the garage.
This is too much. I won't be able to do anything while Aquaman and his friends are constantly looking over my shoulder. Thus, I must finally do what Black Manta never could.
I must kill Aquaman.
Lymphoma Has Made the Wrong Enemy
Fred Thompson has revealed he has lymphoma (if Red State has recovered from being linked by The Drudge Report, Fred Thompson wrote about it in a post there). It's in remission and has no effect on him (because, of course, he's Fred Thompson). I've never publicly said so, but I'm kinda excited about the idea of a Fred Thompson candidacy, so I hope the fact that he's putting this information out is an indication he's planning on running.
I'm sure you will all join me in wishing Fred Thompson the best, but you should also know that he spits on our well-wishes because he doesn't need them. He's Fred Thompson.
Don Imus In Trouble Again
Don Imus, the beleaugered radio show host who was recently suspended for calling the Rutgers basketball team a bunch of "nappy headed hos" got into even more troulbe today.
The National Organization of Nappy Headed Hos filed a formal complaint with the FCC.
Said the national chair, Hillariqa, "Just cuz I got a nappy head, don't mean you have to be calling me no basketball player. That @(#& is just disrespectful."
Also joining in the complaint was her co-chair, Nanconda. "Why you gotta do us like that? We work so hard on these mean streets. Every day we just out here bustin our butts, or vice versa. You don't have to call us basketball players. There are other ways you can compliment our ball handling skills"
Don Imus will be going down to the ghetto this afternoon to meet with all the Nappy Headed Hos and have a discussion about the hurt feelings he caused among these people.
Said Hillariqa, "I'm sure some people wouldn't care what some old white fart has to say, but not me: I take everything personal. I'm not the type of person who can just disregard this and go about my daily business. I need him down here to explain to me just why he thought it was funny to call the Nappy Headed Hos basketball players."
Imus is sure to face another suspension over this incident. An executive, who insisted on remaining anonymous, stated: "We need to look at our core audience and make sure they are happy. Just because the Nappy Haired Hos don't listen to the program, doesn't mean we shouldn't try to cater to their every feeling. Apologizing isn't enough. We may have Imus do community work at a children's center or maybe even a hair salon."
IMAO will provide coverage of this issue as it develops. .
New Strategy for a Slow News Week
There's pretty nothing happening in the news right now as evidenced by Don Imus being the big story. That's who my old man listens and thinks is edgy. Usually, Don Imus could murder someone and barely make the entertainment news, so there basically has to be nothing at all happening for him to be a lead story.
So, the world is failing IMAO by not providing us with noteworthy events to react to. Thus, I'm forced to make up my own interesting news and react to it.
* Rudy Giuilani beat a hobo to death with a tire iron. People are trying to make this an issue about Rudy's anger and acting like he committed some great crime, but this is just a made up controversy. The facts are that the hobo spit on Rudy; this was not some unprovoked assault. Also, the hobo has no family and will be mourned by no one, so who was hurt here?
* Iranian President Ahmadinejad revealed to be only two feet tall. Usually, the Iranian press is careful to photograph Ahmadinejad so that he appears about normal size, but a photo leaked of Ahmadinejad standing next to a squirrel. If it is a regular squirrel and not some giant mutant nuclear squirrel that it's rumored Iranian scientists are working on, then Ahmadinejad is approximately two feet tall. Reportedly, the mullahs who run Iran keep Ahmadinejad in a sock drawer and pull him out when they need some announcements made.
* Al Gore gets tongue stuck to a flagpole during a global warming conference. As funny as it is every time Gore's conferences are met with winter storms, that's merely anecdotal evidence and doesn't prove anything. Still, Gore licking a flagpole to make some point on climate change is yet another demonstration of his poor judgment and why he's really not a good source for information on this issue.
* John Edwards puts on a dress and french kisses Markos Zúniga. Though Markos later fixed the typo on DailyKos so that the post told Edwards to "be his own man" instead of to "be his woman," Markos still said that Edwards attempt to blindly follow whatever the Netroots demanded showed "true leadership." In my opinion, Edwards would make a much more attractive woman than Hillary.
* John McCain ridicules conservatives at his event and then has staffers hold them down while he pees on their face. Afterwards, he wondered aloud why those conservatives aren't backing him even though he supports the war. When the conservatives tried to respond, McCain had them arrested since he considered their speech to be an illegal campaign contribution as outlined by the McCain-Feingold Act. McCain's candidacy just hasn't been gaining steam, and I can't quite put my middle finger on the reason.
* Sanjaya Malakar poisoned, shot, hung, and then thrown in river but still shows up next day to sing off key on American Idol. Once again, he wasn't even in the bottom three despite his new hairstyle being denounced by the pope as an "offense to God." Sorry, people, there's no getting rid of him.
* Peace and democracy brought to Iraq; Reuters news report refers to this as "dark sign of things to come." Report emphasizes that, since all insurgents have been brought to justice and all order is restored, "things can only get worse for Iraq." They quote experts who say that "the only thing worse than bombs going is bombs not going off, as one can only assume that means the bombers are currently plotting even more deadly bombs." The Reuters story also makes note of how all the puppies and kittens playing in the streets of Baghdad are a "black omen" of an "almost certain disaster yet awaiting Iraq." I'm beginning to think that Reuters may be a bit biased, but "no news is good news" as they say... though I think they meant something different by it.
* Fred Thompson goes to beach for the weekend; while there, he accepts the surrender of a Russian sub. He was just wanting to relax with his wife, so it must have been a bit annoying for a submarine to sail up next to him with the entire crew exiting with their hands up. Luckily, he is experienced with that sort of situation. Fred Thompson is expected to keep the sub in his backyard next to the Russian tank that surrendered to him which he shook his fist at it.
* A man materialized in a ball of lightning in the middle of a campaign event. He said he is from the future and warned us not to elect Hillary Clinton. Really? You've advanced so far in the future that you've finally figured out what most Americans know now: Don't vote for Hillary. Why don't you stick to the problems of your epoch and we'll take care of ours. Anyway, how bad can your future be if you have a time machine -- something today's scientists are pretty sure isn't even scientifically possible? If someone from the future is reading this blog archive, please bring us schematics for a cold fusion generator instead of your political opinion.
Kos Kode of Konduct - Liberalism Enforced
Recently Tim O'Reilly of O'Reilly Radar posted his first draft of the "Blogger Code of Conduct", a set of voluntary guidelines designed to make the blogospheric conversation a touch more civil.
We celebrate the blogosphere because it embraces frank and open conversation. But frankness does not have to mean lack of civility. We present this Blogger Code of Conduct in hopes that it helps create a culture that encourages both personal expression and constructive conversation.
1. We take responsibility for our own words and for the comments we allow on our blog.
We are committed to the "Civility Enforced" standard: we will not post unacceptable content, and we'll delete comments that contain it.
We define unacceptable content as anything included or linked to that:
We define and determine what is "unacceptable content" on a case-by-case basis, and our definitions are not limited to this list. If we delete a comment or link, we will say so and explain why. [We reserve the right to change these standards at any time with no notice.]
2. We won't say anything online that we wouldn't say in person.
3. We connect privately before we respond publicly.
When we encounter conflicts and misrepresentation in the blogosphere, we make every effort to talk privately and directly to the person(s) involved--or find an intermediary who can do so--before we publish any posts or comments about the issue.
4. When we believe someone is unfairly attacking another, we take action.
When someone is publishing comments or blog postings that are offensive, we'll tell them so (privately, if possible--see above) and ask them to publicly make amends.
5. We do not allow anonymous comments.
We require commenters to supply a valid email address before they can post, though we allow commenters to identify themselves with an alias, rather than their real name.
6. We ignore the trolls.
We prefer not to respond to nasty comments about us or our blog, as long as they don't veer into abuse or libel. We believe that feeding the trolls only encourages them--"Never wrestle with a pig. You both get dirty, but the pig likes it." Ignoring public attacks is often the best way to contain them.
All fine & dandy, but it's certainly not for everyone. A blog must be true to its own inherent nature. That's why Frank J. wrote his own set of guidelines specifically for IMAO, and even Michelle Malkin has her own shorter, sweeter version.
And that got me to thinking that, since liberals are notoriously lazy about writing things for themselves, I should put one together for Daily Kos.
We celebrate the blogosphere because it embraces our moral and political delusions. But delusions can only survive in the absence of rational challenge. We present this Kos Kode of Konduct in hopes that it helps create an insular and ideologically pure - if somewhat conceptually incestuous - culture that encourages both personal psychosis and deranged demagogery.
We are committed to the "Liberalism Enforced" standard: we are - by definition, since we're liberals - incapable of posting unacceptable content, but we'll sure as hell delete comments that contain it.
We define unacceptable content as anything included or linked to that:
We define and determine what is "unacceptable content" via consultation with a Magic 8 Ball, and our definitions are not limited consistency, logic, fairness or decency. If we delete a comment or link, we will pretend it was never there and pray that no one thinks to check the Google Cache or the Internet Archive. [We reserve the right to change these standards at any time with no notice and then vehemently maintain that we didn't.]
2. We won't say anything online that we wouldn't say in person if we were surrounded by a gang of liberal friends and standing behind armed body guards - who, by the way, are the only people that should be allowed to own guns, and you wouldn't BELIEVE how much it pains us to even let THAT one slide.
3. We abuse publicly before we respond privately - not that we have anything to apologize for in any case.
When we encounter non-conforming notions in the blogosphere, we make every effort to smear loudly and unreservedly the person(s) involved - or find an frothing mob who can do so - as we publish our obscenity and invective-laden posts or comments about the issue.
4. When we believe someone is unfairly attacking a liberal, we'll muck-rake and hatchet-job that little weasel into oblivion.
When someone is publishing comments or blog postings that are offensive or even slightly challenging to our truthyish world-view, we'll screech like a Muslim in a sausage factory (and with as little regard for decorum as Britney Spears wearing a short skirt while getting out of a limo - see above) and demand public acts of contrition and/or self-flagellation. If those published comments could be construed as a threat, or if we find them even moderately irksome, and the perpetrator doesn't withdraw them and apologize and bring us a shrubbery... one that looks nice... and not too expensive... we will cooperate with law enforcement to protect the target of the threat. Or maybe we'll just post pictures of the perp's kids' on a pedophile message board. Have to consult the Magic 8 Ball on that one.
5. We do not allow anonymous comments unless we agree with them. Otherwise DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! But you can't prove that happened.
We require commenters to supply a valid email address before they can post so that we can sell our mailing list to the boys at Cialis-R-Us. However, we do allow commenters to identify themselves with an alias, rather than their real name, as long as it's something clever like Hillary08 or BushIsHitler.
6. We don't ignore the trolls. We ARE the trolls.
We prefer not to respond to nasty comments about us or our blog, as long as they don't veer into abuse or libel. But then again, nothing draws page views like a good pissing contest, so GAME ON, RETHUGLICANS! We believe that feeding the trolls keeps them fat & happy - "Always wrestle with a pig. You both get dirty, and we LOVE it! (although we apologize to any Muslims who might be offended by that image)." Posting and linking to public attacks is often the best way to encourage them. Besides, it brings search engine traffic to our site.
Figure this would probably work pretty well for Huff Po, too.
April 10, 2007
American Idol Six - Top Eight
Latin night. Also known as Producers Hate SarahK Night #34,847. Oooooh! The cast of Drive, including Nathan Fillion! I heart him.
That's about all I care about on this show anymore -- Nathan Fillion being in the audience. Gina is gone. Chris Sligh is gone. Melinda should win but probably won't, because some people will be distracted by LaKisha's Breasts, Jordin's Smile, Sanjaya's Hair, Pennywise's Reflective Head, and Haley's Hoo-Hah. Oh yeah, Blake's my 2nd fave, voice wise, but I don't want to buy the crappy electronikka CD he'll want to put out--if he would just sing and look nice and stuff, I would be happy, but he really likes the digital, yo. Jordin could be my 3rd favorite of those left, but I'm afraid she'd want to do bubble-gum pop, and, um--ew. Chris R is probably my #2 (based on the fact that I wouldn't like Blake's and Jordin's CDs) of those left, but he's been in the bottom two so often and makes bad song choices (according to America) often enough that Haley's Hoo-hah will flash him right out way too early anyway.
So yeah, I don't care. Bring on Sanjaya's bad hair decision of the week so I can throw up my dinner already.
Oh, and for Latin week, it's Jenny from the Block. J-Lo. Didn't she grow up in the very Latino Bronx? Just for clarification purposes. I mean, I'm too lazy to google it (google it), but y'all can if you want. I'm going straight from rote. Whew, big words! I have to occupy myself somehow with this boring show now that there's no one to get excited about.
For the record, I like J-Lo as an actress, don't care for her as a singer, and avoid her tabloid shenanigans like the plague, because oh my.
Why not say who is your favorite, Miss Lo? Please! Do something interesting before I change the channel!
Oh, um--Latin music? Yeah, not so much. Please keep it in Latinastan and don't subject me to it. Oh, I guess I said that in my first line.
01 Melinda is singing "Sway", an incredibly boring Latin song. She did her hair up like a grama. J-Lo told her to be sultry and sexy, and Melinda says that will be hard for her, because she's so not sexy. I'm a little tense until she comes out. She's obviously going for sexy this week. She is sexy in a sleek black dress, but she's still modest. Kudos there. Say, Melinda, there's this girl named Haley. You should give her a tip about how to be sexy without flashing the goodies to the world. This is sultry and whatnot, but incredibly boring, but it's Latin music, so I suspect one of the best of the night. We'll see. She almost doesn't hit the end note right, but she just makes it, barely. It was a yawner but mostly spotless. Other than the hair, she looks fantastic, probably the best she's dressed any night of the competition. RANDY: Yeah, dawg. Not one of your best, but yeah. PAULA: Sultry, sexy, you look lovely. You didn't have to wow us. SIMON: Well it had to happen, Melinda. I didn't like it. I'll tell you why. That song is all about personality. You appeared much older than you are. At this stage, you have to put on a wow-factor performance every week. I think you're better than that. RYAN: Were you worried what Simon would say? MELINDA: Actually, I'm happy, because he really wanted to say something bad, and he got the chance. (Even Simon can't help himself, he laughs.) SARAHK: BTW, your lipstick is way too red.
02 Wow, that is a DWTS dress that Kiki is wearing tonight with her giant breasts bursting out of the seams. My bad, I only saw the boob part of it while she was sitting. It's just loud like the DWTS dresses. Ok, so we've had all these legends on the show--Tony Bennett, Diana Ross, Lulu, et al--and LaKisha has ignored every bit of advice from them (no, I'ma do my own thang, because I'm Kiki tha Great). Now we have J-Lo... J-LO!!! And LaKisha is all over that advice! Show me how to move, I'll do it. How do I pronounce conga, Miss Latina from the Block? Oh no. I was wrong. She didn't take the advice on how to pronounce conga. Would it be wrong of me to advise her on not wearing dresses that accentuate the backfat? Sorry, but I have backfat, and I don't wear dresses in which the backfat spills out over the back edge of the dress. At least not on purpose. No, I just can't let it go. Bad form. The song, the song. It's Latin crap. I hated it when Gloria and the Miami Vice or whoever did it, and I hated it this time. Yuck. Nothing good about it, nothing special. Boring and safe and frankly, I was too distracted by the above to even hear the mediocrity. Please, where is Gina? RANDY: Yo, check it out, whatever we were missing with Melinda, here it is, you brought it, that was hot, welcome back. SARAHK: Come again? PAULA: You look lovely. SARAHK: Come again? PAULA: I didn't love it as much as Randy did. I felt it was very safe. I'm ready for you to bring it again. We love ya. SIMON: Do you agree? KIKI: Not so much. SARAHK: Come again? SIMON: I agree with Pauler. It was safe. The dancing wasn't very good. (Kiki looks shocked by this.)
Rascal Flatts, Annie Lennox, Il Divo, EW&F, Josh Groban (i think), Kelly Clarkson will be on the charity event this month.
BTW, Paula is not wearing a lace doilie on her bodice tonight. A change from the last few weeks. The collagen and lip-gloss factor is high, though.
You know... J-Lo is one of the better "mentors" they've had. She's involved and giving advice and correcting the children and everything. Who knows, by the end of the night I may be saying, "Can we have her on every night?" while also repeating for the 1,247th time, "Please let's never ever ever do Latin night again!"
03 Chris R is doing "Smooth", which is a total copout, if you ask me. Yeah sure, it's guitar by Santana, but he's doing it because of the Rob Thomas vocals. This song does not scream "Latin flair" to me. Whatever. Right away Jenny (we're old friends, because I've seen every one of her movies, including Monster-in-Law, and that's saying something, though truth be told, I did that for Michael Vartan and struggling against Hanoi Jane the whole way--it sucked, in case you're wondering)... Anyway, Jenny right away corrects his pronunciation of a word lest he embarrass himself in front of his voting base of Latina girls and they withhold their votes. Then she takes the song up a whole step for him. Hmm, see when he strains at the top edge, he can sound whiny, so I hope she's not sabotaging him on purpose. We'll see. Chris is onstage with the drummer and guitarist. Oh goodness. If she hadn't raised it, he wouldn't have been able to get most of the song out, because it was still way too low as is. The whole song, he sounded hoarse and like he was struggling. Frank wasn't looking when the song started, and when he looked up, he was surprised to see it wasn't Sanjaya. Ouch. That is so RUDE, Frank! He's got the Bobbing Microphone Disease yet again. I'm going to beat him over the head with a microphone one day if he doesn't permanently attach that thing to within an inch of his face. RARRR! I have to rewind after hearing the judges' vast praise. No, it was still pretty mediocre the second time. Not worthy of the confetti parade being thrown by the judges. RANDY: Really good job, very cool. PAULA: It was a hot, hot performance. What am I gonna say? It was sexy! SIMON: I'm not gonna say it was the best vocal I ever heard, but it was more contemporary than the first two. The first two were a bit hotel cabaret. I liked this better.
04 Hoo-Hah is singing "Turn the Beat Around". Blake came in during rehearsal to provide beatboxery so Haley could keep beat without the drummer. So no internal rhythm for that one. Oh wow. I was already having seizures before she started, and after that horrific performance of a song that should be boxed like a bad Cylon, I imagine things will only get worse in SarahK's Neuronland. Awful awful awful. Wow. Need I even describe the outfit? I'll just skip it. RANDY: Oh wow. Keepin' it real, being honest, dude? That was very karaoke for me. Could have been anywhere, any bar. PAULA: It's not a singer's song, but it's a fun song. You were having fun up there. SARAHK: I was not having fun, Pauler. SIMON: I think you have a very good tactic at the moment, Haley. Wear the least amount of clothes possible, because you can't compete in this competition as a singer. It was so rushed at the end. SARAHK: Let's rush her out this week, can we?
Only half-way done? Good grief. This is the part where I would curse if I were the cursing type.
WH Pennywise the Clown is singing "Maria Maria". I don't remember what advice J-Lo gave him. I was tuning out, because I don't enjoy him. Plus I was looking for a poster to link for you. I cannot believe I'm going to say this. Until the end when his voice cracked, that was actually one of his best performances, and maybe the best of the night. Because no one else is doing anything exciting. Did I mention it's Latin night? I hope Sanjaya does the Macarena. That would be so freaking awesome. Please, Sanjaya. Do the Macarena. Please. Pretty please. Oh please. RANDY: A'ight, so, I don't know if it was your best. Jennifer was right, I don't know if you connected with the passion, and you had some cracks at the end. It didn't all come together for me. What you think, Paula? PAULA: Other than the cracks at the end, I thought it was a really good vocal. SIMON: Phil, you're a nice guy. SARAHK: Come again? Did you miss when he skipped out on the birth of his baby to audition for American Idol? That excludes him from the Nice Guy Club. SIMON: Your voice cracked towards the end, there's nothing I can get particularly excited about. Sorry. PHIL: I'd just like to say my daughter just got a stuffed animal cow, and she calls it Simon Cowell. SARAHK: Don't bring up the daughter. It's a reminder that you weren't there for the birth, you idiot. That just knocked you down a couple of notches on the night. Stupid.
06 Jordin. Inane Viewer Email. If she were in charge of choosing next week's theme, what would it be? '80s music. Oooh! Me too, and Haley could sing "Like a Virgin"! It would be snarktastic. Let's do it. She's singing "The Rhythm is Gonna Get You", because the contestants apparently think that Gloria Estefan is the only Latin artist ever. J-Lo says she's doing it with a Michael Jackson flair. Oh yes, I can't wait for that. Gloria Estefan and Jacko tied up in one. Shoot me first, ok? I hated it. Because I can't stand Gloria Estefan music. Remember Gloria Estefan night? Hated it hated it hated it. Boring, Latin, and dumb. What's with all the contestants telling the fans "I love you!" when their telly numbers are being said tonight? Is that a new Nigel requirement? Ew. Stop it. RANDY: That was the YO Factor on BLAST! PAULA: I love that you don't care about anything except you. You're adorable. SIMON: I feel the same way I've felt all night. So-so. Too many ad-libs. No progression.
07 Blake is singing "I Need to Know" by J-Lo's hubby. J-Lo tells him to actually feel the song or something like that. He looks awful, like he just stepped off a Caribbean cruise with his 75 year-old wife. That hat was bought off a women's hat rack. The singing was the best so far, and since only Sanjaya is left, I'm gonna go with best of the night. The dancing was atrocious. RANDY: So check it. Best song choice of the night. Hot. PAULA: Very smart performance. Just captured who you are. Excellent. SIMON: Best choice of song of the night. Best performance so far. SARAHK: Agreed, but let's put it into perspective: it's Latin night, and Latin night is just reason #348 we should invade Mexico and Venezuela. *gasp* Did I type that? Bad SarahK. Oh well. Anyway, yes, you win the night. Woopee. Get a stylist.
08 Sanjaya is singing "Besame Mucho", a song which I hate with almost as much passion as I hate las cucarachas. Are we still on Latin night? Ugh, if I close my eyes, it's not awful. Excuse me, Sanjaya? You got something on your face. Right there above your lip and under your otherlip. Here, I have a napkin if you'd like it. No, really, don't borrow it, you can just keep it. No need to return it. Anyway, eyes closed, it's not terrible, almost good even. Maybe he should try ballads sitting down and never move not a tic on the stage. Because when he moves, he loses his breath quickly and I fear he's going to pass out immediately. Oh no, SarahK, don't type it. Don't. NO! I must. He was one of the better ones tonight, if I ignore the Fudgesicle on his face and the horrible song. Welcome to the universe of Sanjaya, SarahK. RANDY: You're one of the smartest contestants I've ever met. That was really good! It was! PAULA: Smooth. That was very nice. It was. Very nice. SIMON: Right. I couldn't understand a word of it. SARAHK: You mean the Spanish? SIMON: You sang like a fourteen year-old. SARAHK: And wore a mustache and goatee like a ten year-old. Holy crap, that Atomic Fireball is smoking hot. SIMON: And I'm gonna hate myself for this. It wasn't horrible. (Sanjaya's neckid-guitar-playing sister is so happy in the audience. Welcome, google hits.) RYAN: Do you realize how painful that was for him to say? SANJAYA: I'm sure it was horrifying for him. RYAN: And Simon, he's completely unaware of the cameras. (Ryan impersonates the Sanjaya camera-*ahem*-hump.)
Latin Snoozefest order:
Bottom three prediction: Haley, Chris, Phil. Going home: finally Haley.
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
They counted the bodies from the fire. One monkey was unaccounted for.
Of course, as we all know, it's quite hard to sort out charred monkey corpses. Plus, they were locked in tight when I set the fire; none should have been able to escape.
That's what I told myself, but then I thought I saw something move in the trees behind my house. If the monkey didn't kill me, the uncertainty would.
The only way I could find solace would be to set a trap for the simian -- one that would surely kill it if the monkey were in fact stalking me and planning its revenge. Something quick and deadly so that one shriek would mark the end of this saga.
I tried looking up traps on Wikipedia, but one gets the sense that none of those internet nerds has ever killed anything... has ever watched something slowly bleed to death until its life fades from its eyes much like a polaroid in reverse. No, if I wanted a trap, I'd have to devise it myself. And I'd have no rest until I did.
SarahK prepared a lovely dinner of lemon-mustard chicken and garlic broccoli with pine nuts. It looked quite delicious, but then the dog barked at something unseen out the window. My stomach clenched with dread, and I had no appetite. "Sorry, dear wife, but I'm just not hungry."
She grabbed me by the collar and stared at me with her intense green eyes. "Next time, stay and make sure they all die!"
I hate it when she's right.
In the Mail
I've been forgetting to mention that I got a copy of Hugh Hewitt's new book A Mormon in the White House. I've been a bit intimidated by Hugh Hewitt, worrying I'm not smart enough to read him (I worry the same thing about Victor Davis Hanson).
Anyway, Mitt Romney is my favorite of those currently announced, but the Mormonism is a problem (here's a blog post from Hewitt on the subject). I'm not going to go into all the points as they are all debatable, but Mormonism can be made particularly creepy sounding (the secrecy certainly doesn't help). On the other hand, while people complain about Islam being called "the religion of peace" when the actions of so many of its members speak otherwise, it's thus hard to paint Mormonism as sinister and threatening when all the Mormons I've met are some the nicest, most trustworthy people.
My Birthday: Take the Day off!
Today is my birthday.
In keeping with Federal Holiday Guidelines, please ensure that your supervisors give you paid time off.
Also in keeping with tradition, you may shower me with praise and gifts.
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A Comment on Comments
There's a New York Times article on making a blogger code of conduct. Most of it seems to be aimed towards regulating comments (I didn't actually read the article; that's why I peruse blogs: they summarize what I don't have the attention span to read myself). Apparently, blog comments have gotten so vicious now that some non-conservative chick has been the target of their venom that it's time to regulate things.
I think I speak for everyone at IMAO when I say, "Yawn."
Yes, comments at a lot of blogs have become cesspools of trolls without even the slightest bit of tact, but how big a problem is that really? If we get rid of the filth, is it likely we'll finally get those intelligent conversations we've always craved?
Comments are just an extra thing; most blogs don't actually need them to survive and plenty do fine without them. We here at IMAO, though, like to get feedback on our posts and want to make commenting as accessible as possible. Also, we're lazy. Those two things pretty much dictate our approach to regulating comments. Our only real concern is spam comments. Since I already have more photos of nude celebrities than I know what to do with (and I probably shouldn't publicly mention my huge stock of prescription drugs), spam is of no use to me. Also, it clogs up old posts and the constant hit from spammers can make us exceed our bandwidth. Thus, that's all we really care about combating. If those people in the NYTimes article want to do something useful, they should sponsor legislation to have spammers hunted down and beaten to death with bats. Yes, I know many spammers have families, but I don't care. I want them beaten to death in front of those families so their children will be discouraged.
That said, we do have a comment policy.
THE IMAO COMMENT POLICY
* All comments you make are property of IMAO. As soon as a comment is made, we can do whatever we want with it. We can delete it, edit it, or print it out and frame it and sell it on eBay. You do have some rights, though, such as not having to give lodgings to soldiers and not being forced to incriminate yourself in a court of law (though we may edit comments so you incriminate yourself).
* Official policy of IMAO is that we don't read your comments. While I do in fact read every comment, if someone comes up to me and says, "Why didn't you do something about this horrible comment?!" My response will always be, "This is the first I've seen of it. I'll do something about it right away!"
* Because I say I'll do something about a comment right away doesn't mean I'll ever actually do something about the comment.
* Comments can be deleted for any reason... or no reason whatsoever. If a comment is deemed offensive, it may be deleted. If a comment is deemed too mean, it may be deleted. If a comment doesn't kiss my feet enough, it may be deleted. If a comment is in the way of an interblog highway, it may be deleted. If I'm fiddling around with blog settings before I've had my morning coffee, many comments may be deleted.
* The main purpose of comments is to stroke the egos of authors. Thus, comments that speak negatively about IMAO are likely to be edited. E.g. "IMAO has been going downhill for a while. You've lost your funny" may become "ROTFL! That was awesome! Who wants to have homosexual sex with me?"
* By writing a comment, you are agreeing to be made into a racist. I.e., a recent comment of, "LOL! Great post!" may be turned into "LOL! Great post! I hate black people!" I may also go back and edit all your previous comments so you have a long history of racism if I'm really bored. Nothing personal; I'm just a jerk and I find that sort of thing funny.
* Despite all these caveats, you should know that any of your comments may (and probably will) be used against you in a court of law.
* Finally, and most importantly, IMAO is absolutely not responsible for anything that happens in the comments. In fact, we're unaware that IMAO even has comments. Just because we own the site, that doesn't mean we have time to click on every link and see what happens. Like there's this link near the bottom that says "Syndicate this site (XML)." What the hell is that? Wow. Now that I finally look at my site, I do have a lot of ads.
I hope this clarifies things. Please continue to enjoy IMAO!
April 09, 2007
24 Day 6 -- 9 p.m. to 10 p.m.
So here we are in shark-infested waters. Many sharks have been successfully hurdled this season. We've chopped off arms (wait, didn't we already do that in the season finale of season three?), only to have the chopped off arms get lots of salt in the open wounds when the tide washed in (ouchie!). President Waynewreck got his presidency back just in time to become an adrenaline addict so he could successfully launch an attack on an unnamed Middle Eastern country. I think it's Pakistan (no offense, Pakistan, it's just my theory, get mad at the writers who won't name the fictional country, k?). Frank thinks it's Iran. Would that it were so, but see, the West turns into a big giant weenie when it comes to Iran. Hopefully not for long. Well then. You know how I feel about the subject of "should we stick it to Ahmadinejad?".
Ooh. Waynewreck's hand is shaking.
How convenient! Unnamed Middle Eastern Country's ambassador has suddenly (after our launch, and at two minutes to impact) uncovered "new" information about the attacks on our country. What?? They've been withholding info from us? Inconceivable!
UMEC's ambassador just said "For G-d's sake", not anything about Allah. How'd he become ambassador for UMEC?
Waynewreck says he'll abort the missile, but UMEC's ambassador better get over there like now and hold his hand for the rest of the day until the crisis is over.
Paging Dr. House: Everyone on 24 this season has developed Whispering Disease, also known as Bauer Mouth Syndrome. It appears to be contagious and travels through phone lines, as talking on the telly with Jack Bauer is the most common cause. Symptoms include but are not limited to:
Turns out the missile was a whole bluff. What?? A weenie president played a nuclear bluff with a UMEC? What a moron. That could have bitten the entire country on the butt. IDIOT.
Jack tells Fayed he hasn't even begun to have fun with beating the snot (and blood) out of him. Jack tells Doilie it isn't working (in a remarkably LOUD whisper in Fayed's earshot) and takes a call from the needle torture guy while Doyle tries to manipulate bin Diesel. Well it just doesn't work! I say WATERBOARD HIM! That's right, and I'm not kidding. I guess you know where I stand on that. Ah yes, I'm all nice and relaxed today. I got a massage. Anyway, I don't much care for terrorists. Heartless beasts. Are they doing the good/bad cop thing with bin Diesel? BD's eyes get big when he hears that the needle torture guy is coming, and Jack tells him oh yeah, now we're gonna have some fun. Good, because I haven't had fun since you killed Curtis.
Too bad this isn't a videogame. Waynewreck could just smash through some barrels with his sword and get some more health to cure those shaky hands.
What? A prisoner transfer gone bad on 24? A shootout? Is this the one that's gonna make us like Nurse Doilie? Uh oh. Both Doyle and Jack are down. And bin Diesel is being taken away in an armored truck, which is much more secure than that van the prisoner was being transferred in. They didn't check to see that they were dead? No head shots? That's not a very good extraction.
Because it's not an extraction at all! It's a fakeout! Woo. I might have been faked out if they hadn't shot the show lead and the one they're reportedly bringing in to be the new show lead. And if they weren't transferring the most important prisoner with just two people and a van. Where have all the suburbans gone?
It is sad when the POTUS doesn't even know proper English. "Myself" does not take the place of the pronoun "me" unless you are the subject of the sentence and the object of the prepositional phrase, in which case you use "myself" as the object of the prepositional phrase. There may be other usages, but you may certainly not say such things as "You are on the phone with Tom Lennox and myself." That is not acceptable. Proper English is: "You are on the phone with Tom Lennox and me." Learn proper usage before you run for election, okay? You're a disgrace to the office and to the English language.
(NOTE: Before you start correcting my English in the comments or nitpicking me, know this: I am allowed to use improper English, because I know what is right and what is wrong. Like totally.)
Oh good. Now Milo gets to act like a complete jerk about Nadia (Yassir) instead of about Chloe. Because we didn't already have this plotline this season.
The conversation Habib had with bin Diesel... you think there were code words used in the convo to tip bin Diesel off that this was not a kosher phone call? I think so. Like "we should have sent Samir in your place" means "There was construction on the highway. Take the surface streets." Or whatever the phrase is. Forty-seven of you catch my drift.
I'm so smart. Turns out Nadia (Yassir) is smart too. Habib was telling bin Diesel that he was in a FLANK TWO POSITION! And bin Diesel now has a trash truck, and Jack's hanging from the bottom in a flank two position. They are taking the surface streets. Whatever you do, Jack, don't push on the back of that truck.
That show Drive looks like I might not enjoy it... but it has Nathan Fillion. Which negates the not-enjoyability factor.
Waynewreck... has he considered asking for VPOTT's resignation and appointing a new one just in case he kicks off soon? Not that VPOTT would resign even if asked, but... appoint anyone else that might end up president! Except Shrilly McMr F. That's who she reminds me of. A certain shrill presidential candidate.
What? Bin Diesel is going to take down downtown LA? I can't believe terrorists would consider attacking that city on this show.
Ouch, that guy is going to have such a neck-ache in the morning. I hope he has a good massage therapist.
Well that's one way to do it, just go in and start shooting people. I might consider liking Jack again after that shootout and the whole "Say hello to your brother" thing.
And the bombs are secure. And it's only 10 p.m. and it started at what? 7 a.m.? I just asked Frank what time it started so I know we still have several episodes to go and a whole new plot. I'm having warm fuzzies about Jack killing lots of terrorists, and I think I could like him someday.
But then Audrey calls to talk about their relationship and ruins the whole thing.
Next week, more relationship talks, and Mr. Chang, whom Jack hates passionately, and hahahahaha, Waynewreck takes my advice and asks for VPOTT's resignation, and VPOTT refuses -- who could write this show? Who? Me. And Jack FINALLY tells a Palmer, "You owe me." Duh.
MKH on the Misogyny of the Left
Mary Katharine Ham is the one female blogger SarahK allows me to refer to as "adorable" (other than SarahK, of course). She really held her own on CNN's Reliable Sources, so go read what she has to say about the vicious attacks conservative women get and see the video of her CNN appearance.
I believe she's still single, so you can fawn over her instead of my wife. She's totally fatwaworthy.
State of the Frank Report
This is the part of the blog where I write about my day for those interested.
The monkey cages mysteriously burned down last night.
The police took me in for questioning. I gave them the usual answers:
"I was fast asleep."
"I honestly don't know how a steel cage could burn down either."
"No, I love all simians."
"I don't even know what a blog is. It must be some other Frank J."
"I'll give you my gun if you give me yours."
After three hours of this, they let me go. They had nothing.
I thought I had gotten away scot-free, but there, waiting outside my home, was Aquaman.
"Well, hello, Mr. Curry." I placed my hand in my pocket for the reassuring touch of my gun. "Justice League not keeping you busy?"
Aquaman had seen better days; from the looks of him, he still hadn't mentally recovered from the incident at Tuscon. He was five days overdue for a shave and two months behind on his haircut. Instead of his usual orange and green, he was in street clothes -- a leather jacket and jeans. There was nothing to him that suggested he was the former king of Atlantis other than eyes that portrayed a sharp intellect. "You say you were sleeping when the fire broke out, but the fish in the penguin sanctuary tell a different story."
I forced a laugh. "Why don't you give me a call when the courts start accepting the testimony of tuna, then." I walked past him into my house and slammed the door behind me. No matter what I did, Aquaman was always there trying to ruin things for me.
The operative word is "trying."
Note to Self: Next time, poison any nearby fish.
Frank Advice on Ridiculing Americans
Jonah Goldberg angered the Europeans, and one sent him an angry letter including two American jokes to show just how much contempt he has for us:
1. They warned Columbus that if he sailed out too far to the west it would lead to disaster. Well, he did. And it has!
Oy. That's so pathetic it makes you feel bad for ever making fun of Europeans.
Let's look at this analytically. The subject hates Americans, so he wanted to ridicule us. So what did he ridicule? The fact that Europeans don't like Americans. Really, we've been around over two hundred years, and that's the best they have on us?
For ridicule to sting, it has to hit on a sensitive subject, and the fact that a few Europeans don't like us certainly doesn't count. For good ridicule, the first question is what is the common wisdom about Americans (NOTE: None of this is necessarily true, it's just the perception):
* We're violent and warmongering
There's more, but that's plenty to work with. Let's try and make some jokes.
Q. How many Americans does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Heard of the well-traveled American? He's been to Mexico and Canada.
The American culture will be around forever since American cheese can survive a nuclear blast.
Well, that's the best I could come up with in a couple minutes' time. Not so great, but I'd say better than that of the European who actually hates America. Thus, it was good enough for this exercise.
Now, one other factor to ridicule is that it matters who is doing the ridiculing. The ridiculee must have some respect for the ridiculer for the joke to sting. That's why, no matter how clever most Europeans may be, it's unlikely they'll be able to come up with a joke that will actually make an American mad. One of our stereotypes -- that we don't care what other countries think -- actually makes ridiculing us all the harder.
BTW, try and come up with some good American jokes in the comments. I know you can top mine.
I think when self proclaimed Radical Islamists are using Seinfeldisms there's something fundamentally screwy going on.
Are you fatwaworthy?
I sincerely hope you are. I have to admit I'm upset we didn't make the list, but the guy who posts the list is a new minted blogger, so he may not be aware of us yet.
UK Readers, Back Me Up On This One
I saw this picture of Nancy Pelosi, and wondered what she was doing with her left hand:
At first I thought she was trying to hide her Muslim-offending hair because she was embarrassed about being seen in public without her silky dishrag of subservience.
Too innocent of an explanation. Believing that would be as crazy as believing that fire could melt steel.
So maybe Nancy's giving a clandestine Victory sign to her terrorist buddies?
More likely, but Victory signs are palm-outward.
I'm going with that one.
Daily Fred Thompson Fact
If you took Chuck Norris, Jack Bauer, Optimus Prime, a .50 caliber Desert Eagle, a samurai sword, nachos, the lobby scene from the move Matrix, the computer game Doom, and a DVD set of the complete A-Team series and somehow took all their awesomeness and compressed into one thing, you'd still only have something half as awesome as what Fred Thompson flushes down the toilet after taking a crap.
Former Hostage, Iran, 1979
Commenter FormerHostage wrote a response to my question. Given his first hand experience of the 444 days Americans were held hostage by Iranian radicals from November 4th, 1979, to January 20th, 1981, I think everyone should give this a read:
As my screenname indicates, I can speak with Complete Moral Authority (tm) on this issue.
On the day of the takeover, the Marines were outnumbered at least 1000 to 1. We held the consulate and the communications vault for over 12 hours, helping to destroy equipment and classified material. We were under STRICT orders not to fire our weapons or pop gas grenades (too late for that last one..hee, hee, hee). We were eventually told that we were on or own and to make a break for it. The monkeys even put one of the diplomats in front of the comm vault peep eye with a pistol to their head and threatened to kill them unless the door was opened. It wasn't and they didn't. Once all the material was destroyed the doors were opened and they all got the crap beat out of them.
When we were first taken, the Iranians took us into a room individually and asked us to sign a statement denouncing the US policy in Iran, Israel, the Shah, etc. The Marines signed with names such as Michael Mouse, Chesty Puller, Dan Daly (google the last two...Marine Corps legends), Harry Butz, etc.
During the ordeal they would try to tape us for propaganda purposes. Personally, I would keep looking down to the ground or hide behind others so that my face wouldn't show (in fact, after a couple of months of not seeing me in any of the videos my records I was classified as MIA). Another Marine and I shared the same cell and when they came in with cameras we'd strip down. I heard a rumor that one of the other Marines smeared ketchup on his face and started howling.
They day before they released us, we were taken to a room with a camera and Mary the Terrorist who was going to interview us. We were threatened that if we didn't say the right things we wouldn't be released. Some Marines gave only name rank and SSN, others sang (Marine Corps Hymn or God Bless America), others just said nothing.
On the day they let us go, I was being herded towards the airplane by a couple of those monkeys. I pulled my arm out of their grasp and let them know that "We're number one"...but used the wrong finger.
For our troubles we were isolated, thumped, went through two mock executions, starved, threatened, and had to put up with useful idiots from Amnesty International showing up just to let the world know how humane we were being treated.
We resisted at each opportunity, except for Army Sgt Joe Subic who collaborated from day 1 and was later snubbed by the rest of us (and was the only one not to receive a citation). We refused to cooperate, stole keys, plugged toilets, pissed in their rations, blew circuit breakers, laughed in their face when they threatened us and cursed them when they beat us. Steve Kirtley even told one of them to pull his finger! The monkey did and Steve was beaten for the inevitable result.
We did this because we were first and foremost, MARINES! Our honor and loyalty to the United States gave us the courage. We would rather die (and that was a definite possibility) than to shame ourselves, our Corps, or our Country. We had to live up to our history and got to measure ourselves and our actions against those of greater men.
Yes, we broke now and then. But would immediately pick ourselves back up and go back to fighting. Which, by the way, confused the hell out of the monkeys!
Pity the poor Brits. All they had was the history of the E.U. and the U.N. as examples.
Former Hostage adds some background:
Originally this was nothing more than a blog comment, but then FrankJ stroked my...ego...and asked if he could post it. Well, we all crave attention (right Rupta?) and other than that embarrassing profile at classmates.com I'd never been "published" before so I said OK. There's a couple of things I wish I had put in or made clearer. (FYI WAL, I use "monkeys" because the other terms we used wouldn't make it through the naughty word filter...and monkeys are creepy)
First off, thanks for the comments and don't feed the troll.
Second, none of us thought that we had done anything special. That's the one thing non-military types have some trouble understanding. Personally, I was (am?) very uncomfortable with the "hero" tag that the press put on us. We did what we had to do, what we were trained to do. It was just something that Marines do.
Third, when the fecal matter hits the oscillating cooling device, you fall back to training.
The Marines have the longest boot camp of US forces, 13 weeks for enlisted. Officers have OCS, which in the Corps is the equivalent of boot camp, and lasts from 12 to 13 weeks depending on what program you commissioned on (glutton for punishment that I am, I earned a commission so endured both Boot Camp and, 10 years later, OCS and I can say from experience that even without the extra 10 years OCS was harder). After that, officers get to spend another 14 weeks at The Basic School (TBS) in Quantico where they get a taste of combined combat arms and do everything from assaulting a beach in AAAVs (sucked) to blowing up stuff with C4 (didn't suck). The Marines also still do not have co-ed training until advanced schools. It's not that women are better or worse, just different in size and strength. HOWEVER, their training matches a male's step for ever lovin' godmyfeetarekillingmewhenisthisgonnaend step.
There's no way to completely match the stress of combat...but the DIs come realllllly close. In the late 70's there was a great hue and cry from some people *cough*democrats*cough* about the barbarity of Marine boot camp. But it is this stress that prepared us for the confinement. If I could put up with 13 weeks of Drill Instructor SSgt Laird in my face, then nothing short of bullets flying would rattle me.
The training is also not all physical. In fact, you'd be surprised at how much time is spent in the classroom learning everything from basic hygiene and first aid, to squad tactics, to the nomenclature of T/O weapons (I can still field strip an M16 and damned if I can't put most in the 10 ring with a 9mm), to History and Traditions.
Finally, History and Traditions. This is one advantage every Marine has. As an average American (pre-pc) we were raised on black and white war movies ("Sarge! You! Scared?" "Sure kid, a man'd have to be crazy not to be scared") and legends: Crossing the Delaware, Gettysburg, the Alamo, the Battle of the Bulge. On top of this Marines have our own history: the Halls of Montezuma, shores of Tripoli, Bella Woods, Tarawa, Iwo Jima, Khe Sahn (and more recently Fahluja).
We didn't feel that we did anything special...because we hadn't. We had acted like we were trained to act, as we were expected to act, as those who went before us had acted.
The Marines always celebrate the Marine Corps birthday (November 10th) no matter where they are. One of the traditions is the cutting of the cake with a sword. The first piece is presented to the oldest Marine present (active or retired) who then presents it to the youngest Marine present to symbolize the passing of knowledge and traditions from one generation to the next. I always thought this was way cool. It bonds us in ways that are hard to explain. A few weeks ago our financial advisor asked us out to dinner, something she does with all new clients. My wife and I said yes but were a little uncomfortable because we really didn't know her personally and would be meeting her husband for the first time. Turns out he was a former jarhead and by the end of the night we were all jokin' and smokin' as if we'd grown up together.
It's just something Marines do.
April 08, 2007
April 07, 2007
Carnival of the Cats 158--April Fools Edition--Part II
amanuensis presents darcy--(who is currently in negotiations for the lead in Powder II)
Sissy Willis gives a hoot
Omnibus Driver presents Tummy Tuesdays at Lincoln State Cat Club.
K T Cat presents . . .
Fred Thompson: Senator, Actor, Blogger
Fred Thompson is now blogging at Red State. This sucks. I was in negotiation to get him to blog here. He was all set to take over Laurence Simon's duties of cat-blogging, but I guess Red State stole him out from under me.
Anyway, Fred Thompson wrote about the hostage situation and it sounds like an actual blog post -- i.e., a frank opinion on the situation instead of carefully parsed politician speak. If there's one thing our country needs today, it's frankness.
Duncan Hunter's Appeal to the Blogosphere
He's talking to us!
I don't think Hunter will have much of a chance unless something major happens with the other candidates, but it does raise the question: Who should be Fred Thompson's running mate?
I think Hunter would be good. A Thompson/Hunter ticket would convince liberals that the Republicans are out to physically hurt them, and that's just the message we want to convey.
April 06, 2007
As someone who has never been in the military, is it wrong for me to say I would hope that our troops would act differently than the British sailors in the same situation? I'm not going to get as indignant as Derbyshire or this guy, but I don't think it's too much to ask our military to be a bit mindful of their use as propaganda tools. Some may say, "Hey! You're already sending them overseas to get shot at; seems wrong to ask any more of them," but I disagree. Part of the job of the military is to be representative of America -- that is, to represent us as the angels of death who bring famine and plague upon our enemies. So, you know, not so much smiling if you get captured. I know a frown takes more muscles, but it can make a world of difference when the cameras are on you.
... and you can throw Nerf Spears at them for a buck a toss!
In case you're wondering about this...
More than a dozen Filipinos were nailed to crosses and scores more whipped their backs into a bloody pulp on Friday in a gory ritual to mark the death of Jesus Christ.
Once again: NOT ME.
As for this:
Up to 20,000 people watched the spectacle, which has grown from a village production started in 1962 to a media and tourist attraction copied in other parts of the country.
Yeah, I'd be the idiot shouting FREEBIRD!
State of the Frank Report
Most blogs started as online diaries, but I don't usually blog about myself because my life is not particularly interesting. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, then sleep -- what's to say? Still, in the interest of more content, I'll just try and blog what's on my mind.
Anyway, it's been a troubling time for me. The city ended up building a zoo next to my house. Now, when I look out my bedroom, I see a chain link fence, and, just beyond that, the monkey cages. During the day, it's constant screeching. The monkeys just scream all day long. You'd think their voices would get hoarse, but they screech from sun up to sun down.
At night it's worse, though. At night, they are completely silent. They don't even move. And when I look out my window while lying in bed, all I see are these unblinking eyes staring right at me. Every time I look, they do nothing but stare. I don't know what's going through their wretched monkey minds, but all night their gaze is upon me. I try not to look, but I can't help it. There, reflecting the moonlight, are all those inhuman eyes upon me.
One night, I went to bed as usual and looked out and saw those horrible eyes. Getting somewhat used to it, I eventually fell asleep. I awoke at about three in the morning for no particular reason. When I looked out the window, the eyes were gone. I saw nothing but the dark of night. And then I heard a noise in the house. I found nothing awry, but, needless to say, I got no more sleep that night.
I don't like monkeys.
At Least the Liberals Who Call Troops "Murderers" Aren't Patronizing Them
Usually I'm pretty good at not shouting at the TV or the computer screen. This is good because studies show that consumer electronics don't respond well to negative energy. But, I swear, if I see someone else on TV refer to our troops as "children," I'm going to hurt someone. It enrages me to no end. I have known many members of the military from many different backgrounds and socio-economic groups. Most great people proud of their service -- a few were shady characters -- but I've yet to meet the poor half-wit duped into the military that the "we support the troops by trying to bring them home" crowd seems to think makes up the majority of our armed forces. I'm not saying there aren't one or two of them out there somewhere, but where do people get off painting our military with this broad, patronizing brush? I know the military is a smaller percentage of the population than it used to be, but what circles do liberals travel in that they somehow miss ever meeting an actual military man?
So it's true these liberals don't hate members of the military any more than it's hatred of four year-olds that keeps society from allowing them to drive cars. They understand the limitations of these poor saps, and feel deeply they must save these people from the machinations of the evil, money-grubbing Republicans. Though liberals understand that police are expected to confront violent criminals and that firemen are expected to run into burning buildings, they seem baffled by the concept that people in the military would ever be placed in harm's way. "They're out in some desert being shot at and hearing loud noises and probably don't even know where they are! We have to get them home!" When liberals see images of our troops who wield assault rifles and are trained to kill, they can't help but think, "What poor, dumb babies!"
Part of this is projection, of course, but most of it seems to be sheer ignorance of the military -- or complete incomprehension of why we even have a national defense. When I pay my taxes every year, I comfort myself with the fact that a good portion of it will go towards killing people I don't particularly care for. To me, it's the one real job of the federal government. All the things liberals think are so important -- health care, welfare, regulations -- are things humanity has survived without for thousands of years, but national defense has been around since one tribe didn't like how another tribe was encroaching upon their hunting ground. I don't believe, though, that liberals even understand why we have a military these days. They think it's just something they have to fund to get Republicans to support their social programs. I bet most of them deep down believe that if we got rid of the outward sign of aggression that a standing army is, we would have no armed conflicts.
This is all why I think asking liberals to really support the troops is asking too much of them. They first have to understand the military, and for such a thing they would cease to be liberals -- i.e., whiny, useless people. Instead, we should aim for the smaller target of getting liberals to respect the members of our armed forces -- as you can both hate something and respect it to a certain extent. The ones who protest the war and call our troops "baby killers" and "murderers" not only hold an intellectually more tenable position, but they also allow our troops more dignity by implying they made a reasoned choice. In the view of those idiots, the members of our armed forces chose to kill lots of Iraqi civilians and chose to be part of Bush's evil war of aggression. Thus the liberals burning an American soldier in effigy are in fact the saner ones.
What's so good about it?
I don't see what's so good about Good Friday, considering that I always end up having to remind people that I didn't kill Jesus.
Don't believe me? Here's the proof:
See? Dem Yahood no-killy the King Of Them.
April 05, 2007
China Is Going to Put a Nuke on the Moon!
We need to get ahead in both our military and space programs before the world passes us by.
Of course, if we somehow cause their rover to explode, maybe that would count as us nuking the moon. Thus comes the question sages have asked themselves for ages: How do you purposely cause a nuclear powered Chinese moon rover to explode?
(hat tip to reader JT)
Just so you know, the Democrats have declared the Global War on Terror to be over, and they want you to know that we totally won. Michigan will now operate under Sharia, but the important thing is that terrorism is totally over and you all should now worry about health care and the minimum wage and about the rich being too darn rich.
Republicans are not good on those issues.
April 04, 2007
American Idol Six - Top Nine elimination night
I fear that Gina is going home, even though I didn't predict it, and even though she doesn't deserve it. Who did I predict? Phil.
The bad Ford commercial is truly freaky and bad. Oh, and it's green. It's "One Love", and they take soap out of rainforest flowers or something, and Kermit makes a guest appearance, and there's a Hybrid, and Kermit loves being green. I'm gonna stop even mentioning these things.
Oh no no no. No no. The groups are divided thus: Blake, Chris, Sanjaya; Haley, Gina, Phil; Jordin, Melina, LaKisha. One of the groups is the bottom three. And I'm guessing it's Haley, Gina, Phil. Gina does not deserve to be with Phil and Haley.
Haley is in a hoo-hah skirt again, just in case she needs to perform again.
Jordin, Melinda, LaKisha are safe. They are the top three. Blake, Sanjaya, Chris are safe. They are the middle three. Haley, Gina, and Phil are the bottom three. Did I already say that Gina does not deserve to be with Pennywise and Hoo-Hah Girl?
American Idol "Challenge": Which American Idol finalist was jokingly referred to as "Chicken Little"? Kevin Covais, Bucky Covington, Taylor Hicks. Jokingly, you say? Nah, just kidding, Kevin. I mean Bucky! I'm not giving y'all the answer, you have to have AI brains, dawgs.
Tony Bennett has the flu. So in his place sings Michael Buble. Um, I accept the replacement. Funny, he's an amazing talent, but if he were a contestant, I would tell him he has the Chris Richardson Microphone Placement Disease. He keeps losing the mic. But wow.
Ha, when the yummy singing is over (See kids? That's how it's done on standards night.), Michael (we're old friends because he just sang to me, so surnames are an unnecessary formality now) asks Ryan if he's wasting his votes by still voting for Antonella. Ryan recovers after a few moments' silence and says he's doing the same thing.
So now it's Haley, The Glock, and Phil in the middle of the stage. Once again, Phil is sent from the bottom three back to safety. Randy's a little surprised about Gina, a little surprised about both of them. Simon is not surprised. Simon, you are breaking Gina's heart.
Haley and her hoo-hah are staying, and The Glock is going home. Wrong wrong wrong. America sucks.
Agh, I just realized she sang a going home song. Meanwhile, Sanjaya and his ridiculous hair are still around. Haley and her stinky hoo-hah are still around. Pennywise and his untanned head are still around, while his poor baby is at home alone.
Hmm. I'm losing my love for AI.
In My World: Watching the Spectacle
"...and that's why education is important," President Bush told the second graders. "Any questions?"
A little boy raised his hand. "No one likes you."
"I'm going to be unpopular when I leave office no matter what, so I might as well focus on what's important: Winning this war to keep America safe, free, and full of illegal Mexicans."Bush glared at him. "That's not a question."
A little girl raised her hand. "Will Hillary Clinton eat my soul if she gets elected?"
Bush thought about that. "Eh... probably. Of course, I'm not going to president in 2009 no matter how elections go, so it's not my problem. Now, a lot of people suspect that Senator Clinton is filled with some sort of supernatural evil that corrupts everything around her... but that's also part of her appeal and what makes her a shrewd politician. Any other questions?"
"No one likes you."
"THAT'S NOT A QUESTION!"
* * * *
"I hate children," Bush told Laura.
"Shh. I'm watching The View."
Bush sat down in an easy chair to watch.
"The government lies to us!" Rosie O'Donnell screamed. "They poisoned the pet food to bring attention away from their illegal war in Iraq!"
"I just don't think there's any proof to that assertion," Elizabeth Hasselbeck said.
"YOU SHUT UP, YOU WHORE!" The massive Rosie stood up and flailed her arms around like a panicked elephant, knocking over furniture. "BUSH TOOK DOWN THE WORLD TRADE CENTERS AND CAPTURED THE BRITISH SAILORS HIMSELF! YOU'RE BLIND IF YOU DON'T SEE THAT!" She threw a chair at Elizabeth. "FIRE CAN'T MELT STEEL! FIRE BAD! FIRE--"
A snare enclosed around Rosie's legs and hefted her up into the air, hanging her upside down over the stage.
"Just let her hang upside down a bit until she calms down," Barbara Walters said. She turned to the audience. "By the way, everyone here is getting Homedics Personal Massager."
The audience cheered.
"I don't get this show," Bush said. "Barbara Walters talks about news and women's crap with three mentally retarded people. Isn't it wrong for them to be exploited like this for us to laugh at them?"
Laura shook her head. "I like this show."
"And who is that Joy Behar?"
Laura shrugged. "I think she's a comedian."
Bush grimaced. "Just because you go on stage and people laugh at you, doesn't make you a comedian."
Dangling from the air, Rosie's voice began to dwindle. "Scientists show fire no melt steel... talk to Harvard and Yale..."
"I don't know about Yale," Joy said, laughing nervously at her yet unspoken lame joke. "That's where Bush went to college."
Bush laughed. "She thinks she's smarter than me; that's cute." He noticed a newspaper on the coffee table. "Hey! A paper with news on it!" He picked it up and looked inside. "I can't believe Pelosi actually wore a full veil in her Middle East visit."
"The weird thing is that it was when she was meeting with the Israeli prime minister."
Bush set down the paper. "I always ask her to cover her face when talking to me, but she never listens."
"So how have things gone with getting the Democrats to support the war?" Laura asked.
* * * *
Tied to the hood of a car, speeding head on into traffic, Harry Reid wouldn't stop screaming.
"Could you be quiet for a second?" Bush was doing the best he could to avoid a head on collision as he steered the car. "I'm just trying to get your attention to explain something to you. See, you say the war is a huge waste, and yet you want to fund it for a year with a date set for certain failure. I really think the whole reason you're doing this is for political purposes and to appease those wiener kids on the internets. You understand what I'm saying?"
As he saw more headlights racing towards him and narrowly missing, Harry Reid continued to scream.
"If you had any integrity -- or balls -- you'd either vote to defund the war now or get off my back. Now hold on; we're going into a tunnel."
* * * *
"That reminds me: I need to issue myself another pardon."
"You have to be careful with that," Laura chided him. "Your approval rating is bad enough."
Bush scoffed. "I'm going to be unpopular when I leave office no matter what, so I might as well focus on what's important: Winning this war to keep America safe, free, and full of illegal Mexicans."
Evil laughter echoed from the shadows.
Laura looked around. "You ever wonder what Karl Rove wants those Mexicans for?"
"Far as I understand, it's some grand political strategy... or he's abducting them and chopping them up to make cheap hot dogs."
Laura nodded. "So when do you think we'll have a war with Iran?"
Bush shrugged his shoulders. "Later next week... I think."
April 03, 2007
American Idol Six - Top Nine
It's Tony Bennett night on AI. Prepare yourselves for total suckitude! Speaking of suckitude, make sure to buy our new t-shirt (and other items), a Ducky especial.
Tony Bennett calls this a rare group. Rare, indeed.
01 Blake Lewis is singing "Mack the Knife". Tony Bennett wants him to slow it down, give the words more impact, and think about that Mack the Knife is a gangsta, yo. Blake sounds great, is not taking this slow tempo at all. He looks great, is dressed very jazz-loungey. A couple of pitch issues, cute scatting at the end, not too much of it. He covered the big butt for me, good job. If you ask me, he twirled around too much for me. Dancing and moving is fine, but spinning? Save it for Dancing with the Stars, k? RANDY: Yo, great way to start off the night. Couple pitch problems. You're kinda funky, jazzy, cool kinda guy. PAULA: You personify pizzazz. You're a hip cat. SIMON: Good song choice, performed it well. I give you 7 out of 10, give the band 8 out of 10. The band had a big part in that. SARAHK: It was very good. Not boring at all, a big improvement over what you've been putting out recently. Good news: It's voteworthy!
Lots of Brits are coming for the Idol charity thingy this month. Even Kelly Clarkson is going to stop dissing Idol for the event. It's about time. Well... it is. I heart her, have her CDs, I'm just saying, it's about time.
WH Phil Stacey is singing "Night and Day". TB says Pennywise is one of the better singers he's heard in a long time? He's been wearing Bose noise-filtering earphones or something? Anyway, Tony wants to put a beat behind the song, because Pennywise is boring. You know, I'm a fan of owning your baldness if you're bald. Bruce Willis pulls it off spectacularly. Shoot, Demi Moore did too. I think if you're going in that direction, just own it. But Pennywise? Consider not owning it. As to the performance. From the neck down is good, I like the suit. This is actually a good genre for him, and had he come out and sung in his normal voice, I think it would have been great, maybe even voteworthy. But he did that whole affectation thing where he tried to sound like someone else, sound like he's an old-school crooner. He would have been better off using his own voice. Because some of the song was really good. But then he put on airs, and it just made me grimace and want to run from the sewers and leave Derry, Maine, forever. Shame. RANDY: Check it out, interesting choice. I didn't feel real connection, any passion. (Boos.) I know how you feel, I was listening to it too. PAULA: You're reminiscent of a young Frank Sinatra. SIMON: What?? PAULA: But you need to warm up and let your vocals come through. SIMON: It had all the joy of someone singing in a funeral parlor. It was gloomy, slightly dark. SARAHK: Could have been great, but it came off as fake, and yeah, now that Simon points it out, gloomy. RYAN: What do you think about what the judges said? PHIL: I was just trying to focus on my wife... SARAHK: And focusing on your wife gets us fake and gloomy? Stop talking. It doesn't help you.
03 Melinda is singing "I've Got Rhythm". TB says she's the best singer all day, and she says, "Oh! Thank you!" Wow, a loud audible thank you, I think she is officially over the surprise thing. I'm distracted by her outfit. Honestly. The pattern and cut are ok, but it's too tight, and I'm just so distracted by it. I think because she's been so modest the whole competition. Oh look, I just noticed an almost-flat note. She corrected it quickly, but I probably would have just called it a sliding note if her dress were a little less snug. I'm neurotic, I know, about the M word. Sue me. Anyway, the first half is what I think Simon would call a little indulgent (not much rhythm to it at all). Then she speeds up and actually gets rhythm after the sliding note, and the rest is hugely fantastic Melinda. RANDY: Yay yay yay! Every week you give a singing lesson to everyone! SARAHK: Sanjaya? Pull up a chair? PAULA: You got rhythm, CDs, concert halls... I got vodka! You give the songs a beginning, middle, and end. SIMON: Every song has a beginning, middle, and end. I didn't like the beginning of the song, it was a little cabaret. SARAHK: You mean indulgent, Simon. Indulgent. CROWD: Boooo! SIMON: Oh, shut up! SARAHK: Yeah, let the man talk! You already got to cheer! She knows how you felt about it! Sit down! SIMON: I liked the last half, it was fun, great. I don't think we're ever going to be able to criticize you. This is a problem. SARAHK: Yep. She could go home early if she never gets criticized. Latoya London shocker, something like that? Except that all but about three people totally suck vacuum cleaner dust this year, so really, the danger is small... Right? Right? RYAN: Simon, why is it a problem? SIMON: Well, we like to be mean to people now and then. SARAHK: It's good for ratings and snark. RYAN: You can't be mean just to be mean. SIMON: Yes I can. SARAHK: Ryan, meet Simon Cowell. BTW, Melinda, please don't distract me with your clothing next week.
She does seem to be coming out of her shell, no?
04 Chris Richardson, the only Chris left (sad face goes here) gets a dumb question from viewer email. How do you pick your song? He picks something he might be comfy with, then he tries to figure out if it will work on the show, blah blah blah blah. TB suggested that Chris memorize the lyrics to "Don't Get Around Much Anymore" before the show. Great advice, I'm sure he wouldn't have thought of that on his own. Is that all he gave him? Hey Chris, here's one for ya: make sure you pick a song to sing. I love his look tonight, he's wearing jeans, suspenders hanging off his jeans, NOT a white shirt (mwah, I love when you guys take my advice!), the shirt is dark, a charcoal vest, and a nice crooner hat. His look is perfect tonight. I'm diggin' it. Oh my goodness, his performance has been over for a couple of minutes (it takes a while to type up my thoughts), and I'm still grinning ear to ear. I absolutely LOVED this. My favorite part was the end when he stared into the camera. His eyes are killers, and he should utilize those gems more. I don't mean make love to the camera like Brandon Rogers or Ace Young or Constantine Maroulis. Oh dear Pete, no. But subtle glances, the occasional sparkle at the end of the performance... exactly what you do on the nights when I call your performances chest-clutchers? Do that. Ok, the vocal was spot-on tonight, too. One of his best of the season. I'm voting. RANDY: You came out with a vengeance, this was one of your best of the season, you interjected your own style into an old standard. PAULA: Gargle yay boo lah lay! Best ever! SIMON: Very good, I thought it was very believable. Made it kind of hip, you worked it out very well. One of the strongest tonight. SARAHK: Seriously. Don't go overboard and make love to the camera. I'm scared I said the wrong thing. Great job. UPDATE: I grinned the whole time you sang, I mentioned that, but I was also having visions of When Harry Met Sally in my head. I first heard this song in that movie. I think it's Harry Connick Jr. singing it in the movie, but I don't remember exactly. I heart HCJr.
05 Jordin is singing "On a Clear Day". Tony says it's very rare for kids to sing in tune these days like Jordin does, and he likes her improvisation. She looks great, very classy to match the genre. At the beginning, she sounds a little shaky to me. But then she picks up, and wow. Huge, loooooong notes at the end. Jordin has really brought it the last few weeks (with the exception of last week's Raggedy Ann bit), vocally. My criticism, and you know I have one, is that she's doing these sexy body moves, and it's almost like watching Cadet Happy's daughter do her America's Next Top Model runway moves when we tell her, "Pose, Solveig." Jordin is trying to let you know, "Hey, look, I'm singing this song, and don't forget, even though I can sing the heck out of these notes, I'm still sexy." Maybe because all the singing vixens today can't sing worth crap but prance around all sexy, so they sell records and get to make music videos? Is that what she's going for? Oh! I know. She knows Haley will be out to sell her body later, so she wants to make sure everyone knows about her sexiness too. Because otherwise, I can't figure it out. Well, I prefer vocal talent to crap like Kellie Pickler and Haley Scarnato, so cut the annoying prancing, will you? Especially when you're singing, "On a clear day"... sexy pose... "you can see forever"... shake my hips! Wait at least until you're singing, "I'm so hot for you"... sexy pose... "touch my body now"... shake my hips! RANDY: We got some heat up here, that was the bomb again! You're like a pro, and you're 17, and I'm like what? PAULA: Watch out, man. Jordin, you're really a magnet of joy! You're hip, you're cool. I'm just so frickin' proud of you, I just don't know what to say. Maybe if I have more vodka, it will come to me. Refill! SIMON: Well, I thought you sang it very well, but you didn't achieve what Chris did. It was very old fashioned. It was good, but I didn't like it as well as Squiddly and Diddly here. SARAHK: Don't try to be Haley. You can sing. Loved the vocals.
06 Gina. The Glock is singing "Smile". I didn't know Charlie Chaplin wrote this. I have a Nat King Cole version on my iPod. Tony Bennett thinks of it as a song of hope and thinks of 9/11 and the soldiers in Iraq when he hears it. The Glock's hair is a little poofy for my taste in the back, and her lipstick is very shiny. The vocal is very good, I hear no tuning problems, and it's lovely, really, but it's very understated and underwhelming. Her outfit is good, boots are good. But I'm underwhelmed. I wouldn't change the station if it came on the radio, though. RANDY: Understated performance from the rocker girl, I liked it! PAULA: Flawless. SIMON: I can't go crazy over the vocals, because two girls have already been out here tonight who outsang you. Sorry. (It breaks my heart when Simon gives The Glock bad comments, because she sooo wants his approval more than anyone's.) SARAHK: It really was just too understated. There was nothing else wrong with it, it's just that this is American Idol, and you have to put something bigger out there every week, or you'll get run over. I still heart you and will vote for you.
07 Sanjaya meets Tony Bennett. Ryan says two legends collide. Sanjaya is in a true lounge lizard suit, all white, I swear it's probably made of velour. His hair is slicked down and just past his chin. He's very greasy tonight, very car salesman-y. No offense intended to the car salesmen. Nor to Sanjaya, of course. I do this in love, to help the AI children. He's singing "Cheek to Cheek". Didn't he already sing this? TB thinks he's a great entertainer. *sigh* You know what? I actually think this didn't suck. I know, I'm losing my touch. Well, maybe this is his genre. He danced with Paula, and it actually fit in quite well. Maybe they rehearsed it. Anyway, this is one of his best yet. Still not great, but some of the notes were very good. Some of them very bad. But good for Sanjaya. Oh look! His dad is there! That's his first time ever? Or at least in a long time. RANDY: Yo, I can't even comment on your vocals anymore. SARAHK: You're so mean. RANDY: But you know what I like about you? You're an entertainer. PAULA: You're charming. You are an entertainer. I love vodka! Thanks for dancing! You give me more to drink? Yes? SIMON: Let's try a different tactic... Incredible! SANJAYA: Welcome to the universe of Sanjaya! SARAHK: He's owning it. Good on 'im.
Oh, I'm so shocked! Haley is wearing a hoo-hah dress! What??
08 Haley the Hoo-Hah Girl has a viewer question. Is she more nervous singing before the crowd or waiting for the judging? It's so nervewracking singing for the crowd, but I looooong for Simon's approval. No you don't. The Glock longs for his approval. You long for money and fame. Hoo-Hah Haley is singing "I Ain't Misbehaving". Tony tells her to sing it to only one person, not say "saving my love for you and you and you." Just one "you". She ignores his advice and lets everyone know that she has plenty of love for all the boys. She starts sitting in the hoo-hah dress so she can flash her prize to the front rows when she stands up. Oh, and she's showing every bit of her cleavage. Did I mention the cleavage amidst all the hoo-hah-iness? Ok, the song... she changes tempo about ten times and is basically nothing but sex with a microphone. It's a giant mess, and she's back to showing the armpits. She even throws in a Kat McPhee chest bump at the end. Hey, everyone. Haley is a female! RANDY: I thought this would be a good genre for you... I don't know, what did you think, Paula? SARAHK: Ouch. Randy has no words. PAULA: Did I mention that green is a good color for you? SARAHK: Green is also a good color for frogs. SIMON: That's rude. You should say what you think of the performance. PAULA: She wants to know what you think. SIMON: I think you've got great legs. RYAN: Be nice. SIMON: I agree with Randy, it was a good style of music for you. It was a bit pageanty. PAULA: You did your thang. SARAHK: Why. are. you. still. here?
09 LaKisha is singing "Stormy Weather". Tony tells her to leave off this extra little bit at the end that she wants to add. Oh, hello, LaKisha's breasts. Haven't seen you in a whole week! How've you been? I do like the color on her, it's a good dress if it had a top. She also ignored Tony Bennett. He's only been singing for fifty years and gained legend status, what does he know? She actually was just okay tonight. And drowned out by the horns in the band. I don't know if that's her fault or the band's, but I think she picked a song a little low for her range, and the low notes don't work as well for her. At least not tonight. It was just a'ight for me, dawg. RANDY: Perfect song for you. Pitchy in the front, but the middle and end were great. PAULA: This is the most gorgeous you've ever looked. SIMON: Back on form, LaKisha. That was a sassy, great performance. SARAHK: I should re-listen, because I wasn't feelin' it. Okay, I relistened. Still just a'ight. I think it's the vocal range. No offense, altos, but I don't enjoy low songs as much. Oh, and the end bit that Tony told her to leave out was so off-key.
The order tonight *s get votes:
UPDATE: Just realized I forgot to predict. Hrm. Chris Sligh's votes go to... Gina or Melinda or maybe Blake. Not to Phil. Don't ask me why I think that. It's too complicated in my head. Bottom three... Phil, Haley, Sanjaya. Going home... Phil. I have no clue.
I Need to Blog Full Time
Grr. A couple of days ago I came up with an idea of doing a parody of the 9/11 conspiracies in the comment section of Hot Air and was about to create a whole Loose Change like video with me trying to break steel with ice cubes and trying to cause a plastic ship (plastic is even weaker than steel) to break in two by dumping a whole bag of ice on it.
Now I see this has appeared today.
My video was going to be much more awesome, but now my thunder has been stolen so why even bother. This is why I need to be able to do this stuff full time so I can't be beat to the punch like this. You people need to figure out a way to make blogging more profitable for me.
We'll work on this soon.
Snakes on a Search Engine
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What *I* really don't understand is why anyone would own a python that wasn't named Monty.
But I guess the bigger question here is: why was there a snake in the Google offices in the first place?
I speculate thusly:
* Satan trying to tempt Google away from its "don't be evil" philosophy. Didn't realize the Chinese had beaten him to it.
* Mr. Jingles, the official Google office mouse, has peed on the CEO's keyboard for the last time!
* Google's "Toilet Internet Service Provider" feature clogged up and they got confused when the plumber asked for a snake.
* Part of Google's new ad campaign, "So easy, a python could do it!"
* Samuel L. Jackson themed party took a bizarre, yet not wholly unexpected, turn.
* Needed a lawyer to advise them about the pre-Katrina Google Earth images scandal. That's as close as they could get on short notice.
* Determined to find out once and for all whether it really tastes like chicken.
* Snake had to be silenced before he could tell the world the horrifying truth: Google Search is people!
* Came to complain because Google Language Tools doesn't contain an option for Ophidian
* It came with the stripper.
As far as I'm concerned, anything that distracts Google from its main business of tweaking its search algorithm to filter out conservative content is a GOOD thing.
The Only Photo Creepier Than Pelosi Smiling
That's the third highest ranking member of the U.S. government being submissive and respectful of the sensibilities of a terrorist regime actively fighting our country.
It's just a bit too serious an offense to make a joke about.
...at this moment.
To be fair, I should mention she only wore the hijab while in a mosque and did make the sign of the cross at the tomb of John the Baptist, but it's the picture that tells the whole story and is what the rest of the Middle East will see. In the end, this trip will be nothing but a photo-op for the terrorist leaders of Syria.
Frank Analysis: Do We Actually Need the Environment Anymore?
I saw a story about how global warming is threatening many species of animals with extinction, which got me thinking: Why should we care?
I was going to write a list of all the plants and animals that we could do without, but then I realized it was pretty much all of them. It's actually much shorter to write a list of plants and animals we actually have a use for, as, when you really think about it, it's not that many.
To be honest, we don't actually need any animals as we can survive on plants alone, but here are the ones that we get by far the most use out of:
2. The Cow: I like steak. I like cheeseburgers. I don't particularly care for milk, but it is needed in lots of recipes I like. So the cow gets spot number two. I don't know how many cows there are, but obviously there are enough of them to threaten the planet with global warming due to their gaseous output. Of course, they like it warm, so bully for them. Once again, extinction threat is zero.
3. The Pig: I'm surprised I ended up putting the producer of bacon all the way down in the number three slot, but, because the previous two each produce two kinds of food, the pig simply loses out. Yes, the pig is smart, but we're much smarter. It's not like Arnold is going to come up with a unified field theory. They're only use to us is food, and they fulfill that role well. And (you'll begin to notice a pattern here), there are a jillion pigs out there and of no threat of extinction.
4. The Dog: He may be man's best friend, but, if I had to choose between him and chicken, steak, or bacon, I'm afraid he loses out. Now, since we're civilized, we don't eat dogs, but they're the only service animal out there that hasn't been completely replaced by modern technology. We have better transportation than the horse and better ways to scare Romans than the elephant, but the dog still wins on bomb and drug sniffing versus our best technology. Also, if you want someone to lead blind people around all day without getting bored, no better option than the dog. For guarding purposes, they often get over zealous, but that's still good for certain situations. As for possibility of extinction, ask any pound and they'll tell you we actually have far too many dogs.
5. The Tuna: I felt I should put some fish on here, so I went for the versatile tuna. Good as a gourmet meal and an everyday sandwich. The top three animals beat all fish hands down, though. As for chance for extinction, I have no idea other than there always seems to be more than enough cans of them at every supermarket in America.
And, I think that's absolutely ever single animal we might ever have a use for. Any other animal you can think of might be fun to have around for some reason, but, if you're honest, you'll admit they're not actually useful (or, at least, not replaceable by modern technology). I know some people will be upset I left out cats, but, come on, they're completely useless. And I don't consider companionship a use since you can get that from other people. Any pest control they do can be better done with modern traps and poisons.
I assume one day we'll be able to process plants into meat without the animal in between, and then we'll pretty much never need animals ever again. Currently, veggie burgers are horrendous, though.
Plants are still needed because they can turn dead matter, water, and sunlight into food and get oxygen from carbon-dioxide -- things we can't seem to do too efficiently ourselves. The thing is, every single plant does those actions, so it hardly matters which plants survive as long as some do. Here's what we'll want to keep:
1. Grain: I'm not going to bother to list every plant that we eat, but the core ones are all more than abundant and have absolutely no chance of going extinct. I mainly just want them to feed to the chicken, cow, and pig so they can naturally process plants into more tasty material.
2. Trees: Most things we make of wood can be better made with synthetic materials now, but wood still has some use beyond sentimentality. You can't swing a dead cat without hitting a tree, so no worry of them going extinct in general. As for trees most useful for wood, the lumberers know which ones those are and plant plenty. I honestly don't find fruit bearing plants that useful, because fruit is not that filling a food or as essential as grain and corn. It's a luxury and not useful enough to make this list.
You'll notice with plants that we plant plenty of all the ones we find useful -- and those also tend to be the more rugged plants. There is no chance of essential plants going extinct or of us losing so many plants we don't have enough oxygen (at least before we can have technology replace plants at oxygen production). As for the aesthetic value of plants, just go buy a painting from Wal-Mart.
OTHER USEFUL ORGANISMS
It's my understanding that there are a number of microscopic organism we need to survive, but there's like a billion of them on each of us so there's no chance of us running out of them. Also, since I've never seen an environmentalist never miss a chance to yell about something but I've never seen one yell about a microscopic organism going extinct, it's my guess that microscopic ogranism pretty much never do go extinct. They're tiny and there are billions of them; we can't even wipe out a specific species if we tried -- at this point in time, at least.
So, that's about all the life forms we currently need or have great use of. I can't think of any insect we actually need -- and I pretty much hate all of them.
Anyway, one day we'll make technology that can do all the functions of plants even more efficiently and then nanotechnology can replace microscopic organism. At that point -- I say within the next hundred years -- we'll have absolutely no more use for the "environment" or the "eco-system" as they call it. Those slave chains will have been cast off.
Some argue that we can't let things go extinct because then future generations won't get to experience.
That argument is pure rubbish.
Dinosaurs, the most interesting animals ever, have been dead for millions of years, and kids do just fine reading about them in books. For those of you who really like plants and animals and want to be a pack rat about them, take a few pictures and a few DNA samples of the ones you like and then they'll be preserved for all time. I think its a pretty reasonable assumption that sometime in the future we'll be able to resurrect any animal from a DNA sample, so I honestly don't see why we worry about extinction at all.
I guess this whole post is just a long way of saying that, if you're logical about it, environmentalism is nothing but a huge waste of time and energy on something of waning importance.
Lawyers in Trouble; Democrats to the Rescue
Now, the Democrats, who haven't legitimately cared about anything other than their political prospects since the first couple weeks after 9/11, and pretending they care about the fate of a couple Republican lawyers. They want Gonzales fired for some reason that I've never quite understood.
I don't like either the Democrats or Gonzales, so it's just hard to motivate myself to follow this stupid thing. On the other hand, it's been in the news a while so it seems like I should at least understand what it's basically about.
So, is this nothing wrapped in nada, or, by ignoring it, am I fiddling while our republic burns?
I always wanted to learn to play the fiddle.
DNA Results Are In!
Anna Nicole Smith's Baby Daddy Confirmed!
After much speculation and months of waiting, the DNA results are in. At long last the name of the father is now known.
Is it Larry Birkehead. Is it Howard K. Stern? Is it the Prince?
The answer, at last, is known, and the answer, at last, is here. Here at IMAO the news source everyone turns to after all other sources are exhausted.
You will probably not believe it, in fact you may not be able to comprehend it. The answer may in fact anger you to the point of sheer, utter, complete and total madness.
The name of the father of Anna Nicole Smith's baby is....
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If there's one e-mail I constantly get (other than "What does IMAO stand for?") it's people complaining about the guilty feeling they get from viewing all the free content IMAO contains. What they always say is "I just wish there were more ads I had to view on your site in exchange for the posts." Well, quite uncharacteristically, I listened to you and added a new ad.
It's a banner ad and sometimes it's animated. Yay!
April 02, 2007
24 Day 6 -- 9 p.m. to 10 p.m.
No recap. Snark only. No time for recap/rewrite. There is much to do.
BTW, how 'bout that shark jumping/mounting last week when Jack questioned and used the mentally handicapped or autistic man?
Oh, and Nadia (Yassir)? Totally a mole. It's so obvious that I can even tell you her middle name (Nina).
Can you think of a more Over-The-Top character than VPOTT? Or a more whispery one than Waynewreck?
Jack likes the idea of two men fighting over the presidency, because then he doesn't have to honor the immunity agreement for Gredenko. If only that had happened earlier... when there was still a Curtis and an Assad, and the immunity agreement in question could have been Assad's, and I wouldn't have to hate Jack.
Re: above shark jumping/mounting. Who am I kidding? This show has been playing badminton all season, and the shark is the net! And in case I haven't said it in total snooty fashion: Worst. Season. Ever.
I wish it were a less smarmy VP, because Waynewreck is such a lousy excuse for a president.
You know, I really like Bisquick.
What's up with Ricky Schroeder?
Oh goodness, they're letting BlacKim write the arguments for reinstating Waynewreck?
Well, that was quite an intimate hand-hold between VPOTT and his blonde perjurous bimbette. She says the end justifies the means, and on one hand I agree, because Waynewreck just wants to sit there and look weak and let America look weak, but on the other hand, it's a little... you know... unconstitutional. Then again, the way Waynewreck is cringing and flinching, he could flop over at any minute.
Bisquick is a little industrious, then, isn't he? I keep thinking someone is going to stab him with a shiv right in the kidney in the hallway.
Now that Waynewreck has been "reinstated" or not uninstated, I'll betcha he's gonna slump right over at his desk and kick off before the end of the episode.
Hey, Chloe! I wish she were more Chloe this season.
Say, whatever happened to the "dirty bomb", the nuke that split open? Is that non-news now? Just a catalyst for the whole takeover thing? I guess since it happened in San Francisco and not LA, it's not important to the show. You know they can't leave LA on this show.
Ew. They cut off Gredenko's arm. He must really heart bin Diesel.
Huh? So they ran into a bar together, and then Gredenko told everyone in the bar, "That's him. That's the guy they're looking for." And bin Diesel shot at Gredenko, then shot a civilian, then the men in the bar started kicking the crap out of bin Diesel. Yes, we didn't see that coming. I guess he was like, "That b**tard cut off my arm! I mean, I told him to, but still! He did it anyway!"
So now CTU gets bin Diesel, and Gredenko's blood loss is heavy, and he is washed up... so to speak. A-HAHAHAHA. I'm so funny.
Waynewreck is getting another shot of adrenaline, which I think is what will kill him...
And no. In the syringe WAS NOT ADRENALINE AT ALL! IT WAS SPINE-GENERATING FLUID! Bisquick and the Ever-Shrill Mr. F are like, "What?" when they hear that Waynewreck is launching the nuclear strike on the fictional Middle Eastern country after all. "I didn't come back to save the country from that policy, I came back so you would RESPECT MY AUTHORI-TAH!"
I mean that in a total world-peace-wanting way. But the only way to get world peace is to forcefully make people stop killing us. Even if it's a rogue mission, the world doesn't see it that way. The world sees it as, "Hey, America doesn't fight back! Cool! Free attack zone and student visas for all!"
Even with the assertion of authori-tah, he still can't manage to raise his voice above a whisper.
So I guess Wayne won't die until next week.
BTW, Joey and Kim totally should have gotten 9s tonight, and last night's Amazing Race was AWESOME. I love the beauty queens Dustin and Kandice. They're my favorites, I hope they win.
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Luckily, I'm not above being a dumb baby. Everyone send e-mails to Glenn Greenwald (GGreenwald@salon.com) demanding he put a picture of himself in a funny hat -- maybe one of those hunting hats with the ear flaps. I don't what they're called.
Do it now!
[T]he lesson which right-wing, Bush-following war supporters drew from the mountain of empirical evidence in this post, as well as from this entire day-long exchange with Cliff May (to say nothing of the November, 2006 election), is that Americans support the War in Iraq and do not want to withdraw the troops.
Actually, from the looks of it, I think Reynolds only linked to the post with his chosen text just to annoy Greenwald, and thus the lesson is that the right wing hates dumb babies.
Every times I've seen a Greenwald post, he's always this stunningly obtuse. Do you think it's an act?
I really should try being a successful left-wing blogger some day; it seems so easy...
Waiting to Exhale
The Supreme Court has ruled that the EPA can regulate greenhouse gas emissions. Since one of the most common greenhouse gases is carbon dioxide -- emitted every time you breathe -- the EPA now has control over your exhaling. It is important you understand that your breathing doesn't just affect you; it affects all living creatures, especially those most vulnerable to climate change. Thus, you should be aware of these new breathing regulations:
REGULATIONS ON BREATHING
* Ban on Strenuous Activity: Any physical labor can induce excessive breathing. All physical labor should now be done by carbon-neutral robots. These robots should be compliant to Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics, though non-compliant robots built in 2006 or earlier can be grandfathered in.
* Ban on Sports: Sports involve a lot of heavy breathing from physically-taxed athletes as well as greenhouse contribution from shouting spectators. Only non-strenuous sports -- such as chess tournaments -- and polite clapping by spectators are allowed.
* Ban on Passionate Love Making: Passionate sexual activity results in unsafe amounts of breathing. Love making should instead be conducted in a businesslike and formal manner. Any other types of love making should be discouraged. If you know of any instances of passionate love-making, make sure to inform everyone.
* Ban on Creepy Phone Calls: Creepy phone calls with heavy breathing contribute greatly to greenhouse gases. If a creepy phone call must be made, simply hang up when the other party answers or use something to hide your voice while making creepy statements.
* Ban on Nagging: One of the largest contributions to greenhouse gases is the amount of exhaling done from women when nagging men. Since the men were most likely never listening in the first place, nagging is a complete waste that damages the environment. Women are strongly encouraged to stick to passive-aggressive behavior.
* Tax on Obesity: The obese tend to become short of breath more often leading to excessive breathing and thus damage to the environment. While obesity can't be outlawed, it can be taxed. Also, environmentally concerned citizens are encouraged to promote healthy weight by referring to the obese as "Fatty Fatty Fat Fat."
* Ban on Ax-Wielding Maniacs: People chased by ax-wielding maniacs tend to breathe at an excessive and environmentally harmful rate, so ax-wielding maniacs are banned until further notice.
The EPA asks you to please keep these new regulations in mind, and to...
THINK BEFORE YOU BREATHE!
The UN Doesn't Like Constructive Criticism
Someone from UN Watch very calmly points out what a huge horrible waste the Human Right Council at the UN is and get his speech stricken from the record:
It's good they're silencing such speech; it gets in the way of the UN's efficiency of criticizing Israel and pretending to care about the Palestinians (no one actually cares about the Palestinians... particularly not the Palestinians themselves).
Daily Fred Thompson Fact
According to Sura 8 verse 65 of the Koran, Allah told the Prophet Muhammad, "O Prophet! Urge the believers to war; if there are twenty patient ones of you they shall overcome two hundred, and if there are a hundred of you they shall overcome a thousand of those who disbelieve... but if you're up against Fred Thompson, you're totally screwed and I can't help you."
April 01, 2007
Carnival of the Cats 158--April Fools Edition--Part I (because it's too darn big to fit on one day)!
Laura Lee at The Wide Awake Cafe catches Sabby in the midst of a pornographic prank.
Jams O'Donnell at The Poor Mouth presents one of the most highly anticipated sequels of the summer.
Marilynn presents a PSA at Momma Grace & Company.
srp at Mélange presents the most anticipated event of the century.
eucanthemum b at composite drawlings illustrates the hazards of playing with medical waste
Debra at MANX MNEWS discusses the problem of pet abandonment.
Blueberry at Texas Oasis presents a 10 gallon hat full of crazy.
Barry Campbell at enrevanche prevents a deadly master of disguise.
Cassie at Scribblings prsents the art of posting.
JRolfe at Two Black Cats presents narcissus.
howtoholdacat shows us how to bridgeacat.
Ferdinand T. Cat at Conservative Cat rests after a long day at the call center.
Wes Phillips of Stereophilia presents DJ Huckleberry.
CM of Just Between Strangers presents Heaven's Gate 2008.
And . . .
Sissy Willis presents "If you weren’t bright enough to do science, you could go into politics", "If you weren’t bright enough to do science, you could go into politics", and Getting in touch with our inner pussycat posted at sisu.
Come back here next Saturday to see the rest of the "fixed" entries!
Next week's Carnival of the Cats will be at Bad Kitty Cats
Breaking news: Barrack Obama has announced he's switching to the Republican Party. The Drudge Report is all over it.
Yeah, just kidding. I hope some liberal sees this and goes crazy, though.
BTW, the nutroots are not liking Obama right now.
Daily Fred Thompson Fact
Inexplicably, Fred Thompson receives a copy of tomorrow's newspaper at his doorstep every morning. He uses it to wrap fish since Fred Thompson doesn't care about either today's or tomorrow's liberal slant on the news.
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