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April 2004

Amici e nemici

Sei un uomo buono, signore Berlusconi. Grazie mille. Romano Prodi? Cagna.

Moon(bats) Over Parma

From LGF: This Friday the terror-enabling morons of the ISM are converging on Caterpillar headquarters in Peoria, joined by the parents of Rachel Corrie, to demand that Caterpillar stop doing business with Israel: Stop Cat Coalition. After that, they’ll be heading to Kansas to protest dirt and thresher combines, presumably. Because they’re fucking insane.

Bowling for Asinine

Rhino-hipped film maker Michael Moore, speaking on NPR moments ago: “So? Even Minutemen make boo-boos once in awhile…” **** [update: more]

A Short Story

A Confession

Well, when I woke up this morning my right arm actually had grown to be 7300 miles long, but instead of reaching into Spain and smacking Zapatero like I promised, I just kinda scratched my own back for 20 minutes, then fell back asleep. Sorry. Next time.

Commiseration

Israel replies: “What, you think you got it bad? You don’t even know from voting against! We were being voted against when you were just a hegemonic gleam in Mr. Chomsky’s eye. Oy, the stories we could tell….”

Yeah, I like him, so what?

Q: What do you get when you cross “American Idol” with Barry Manilow? A: An hour of quality musical television, that’s what. Somebody had better sing “Weekend in New England,” is all I gotta say. **** [update: Two things. 1) Jennifer Hudson sang it and did a spirited rendition. 2) If you put all three of them in front of me, I wouldn’t be able tell Barry Manilow apart from

Tuesday’s Anti-PC Brain Teaser

Above: Alanis Morissette asks Canada for a hug. **** [update: Related, somehow.]

Let’s Do The Time Warp Again

When Video killed the Radio Star, this guy lurked in a doorway and waited for Video — still clearly shaken from the ordeal — to speed off in a cherry-red ’84 Camaro. Then he picked Dead Radio Star’s pockets. 20 years later, he’s still doing it. The bastard. **** update: …Speaking of 1984, that .38 Special was something else, eh? Two drummers they had. So, y’know, twice the rockin’. Wonder

The transitive property of equality

McDonald’s CEO Death May Fuel Fast-Food Critics CHICAGO (Reuters) – Distasteful or not, the sudden death of McDonald’s Chief Executive Jim Cantalupo from an apparent heart attack on Monday may turn up the spotlight on criticism of the restaurant’s food as fatty and unhealthy. McDonald’s Inc. and other fast food chains have come under attack from health and nutrition experts who say its hamburgers and french fries are a major