Pirates of the Caribbean Lost

An idea whose time has come... and gone.

Emily of the State

Make a tinfoil hat for your computer. It's your only hope.

Found at The Crazy Rants of Samantha Burns

Don't Tread on Me

This guy really knows how to say, "Don't Tread on Me" don't you think?

Stolen from third world county

Unspeakable evil?

Pure evil? You be the judge of that...

There are a lot of wrongs in this world, ranging from acts of assinine idiots to unspeakable evil perpetrated by the lowest scum of the earth. You judge wich this is *shudder*

Now, try to get the &%^$ song outa your head...

X-posted from third world county

The Weapon

The Weapon

Michael Z. Williamson has the right idea about dealing with terrorists...

Daily Kos hates me

How can I say that? I mean, really? After all, the Daily Kos-acks never mention me; I'm beneath noticing, apparently.

Well, I can say Daily Kos hates me for at least two reasons:

1. I'm not using "hate" in its usual sense. That's fair, isn't it? After all, that's how Daily Kos-acks use English: any old way they please. Words in the Kos-ack realm don't have to actually mean anything that's tied to, you know, facts or stuff like that. "Icky-poo! Facts! Get 'em away from me!" The very fact ("Ooo! Icky-poo!") that I'm never mentioned by Daily Kos-acks, that none of them tell their typical lies about me means they are simply deliberately ignoring me out of hateful spite. And I know it means that because, using Kos-ack reasoning, they are hatefully ignoring me.



2. Recalling an idiosyncratic, colloquial translation of "miseo" my Greek prof mentioned one day in passing ("Miseo can be taken to mean 'I don't give a damn about...'"), I can, in Daily Kos-ack fashion, apply that to Daily Kos-acks ignoring me and say, "See? They hate me!"

Both of those arguments make easily as much sense as typical loony left moonbattery using similar "reasoning". So in appreciation of the great mental prowess of Daily Kos-acks and their ilk, I'll wear my badge of honor:

Daily Kos hates me.

Indeed

(Oh, well, I guess I can say The Puppy Blender does too, using Kos-ack level reasoning.)

Whining like a Daily Kos-ack at Outside the Beltway, and at TMH's Bacon Bits.

(What, your whirling brain may be asking, inspired this lil "ankle-biting" post? Well, I haven't actually read Daily Kos recently, but I was channel flipping the other day and stopped briefly on a "news" *spit* program where I heard heard a few transparently stupid remarks from Markos Moulitsas Zúniga, and the credulous reception given his bald-faced lies (spouting the tired old "Bush lied" meme) by the blow-dried airhead "interviewing" him has been like a burr under my butt ever since... )

Muhammed in a Pink Dress!

Recently, Mike Adams wrote an open missive to the National Endowment for the Arts and published it with the title, The Queer Muhammed: an experiment in tolerance. Here's the leadoff:

I write to you today, not with a request, but with a demand. I’ve been sitting back patiently while the NEA has been promoting anti-Christian “art” for a number of years. In fact, one could say that I have been supporting it, too, given that my tax dollars have been spent on this garbage. And maybe I’ve been supporting it in another way by refusing to write you to express my frustration. That is, until now.

In the spirit of the “separation of church and state,” my demand is that you commission a painting – fully funded with tax dollars – that has one intention and one intention only: To offend Muslims everywhere.

Here's a tip, Mike: Muhammed's always been (at the very least) a crossdresser, and recently h/she came outa the closet as a full-blown (pardon the pun--or not) queer:

[N.B. UPDATE: Ya really ought to start the sound file, now... ]

shallwedance.mp3



I'll say this for the old Butcher of Medina: he's got gams. Such a pleasant singing voice, too. And though I prefer blondes (my Wonder Woman's of solid Nordic stock), if he'd shave, I might even be tempted to give 'im a twirl around the dance floor. But since I don't swing that way, I'd never—not even in my wildest bachelor years—take it any further...

Second thought, I have to wonder if s/he uses "Essence of Goat Dung" as his/her personal fragrance... Yeh, there goes the invitation onto the dance floor, boys n girls. Not gonna dance with goat dung, no matter how good the attached legs are.

So, next question: When are the moose-limbs gonna start burning down third world county™'s embassy? All i wanna know is, who's bringing the marshmallows? Yeh, yeh, I know Muhammed's bringing the hot dogs...

(Also posted at THE third world county and the OLD third world county