To: Guardian Editors From: Protein Wisdom Re: Operation Clark County, Ohio Who the fuck eats blood pudding? Not me, that’s for sure. Respectfully, protein wisdom PS. And cricket? What’s that nonsense? **** Operation Guardian info and backstory; more from Iowahawk, Captain’s Quarters, Treacher, LGF, Cranky Neocon, and Shape of Days update: see also, Tim Worstall, The Llama Butchers, Right on Red, Cabal of Doom, and Commisar
October 15, 2004
October 15, 2004
Monkey? Are you going to dan–
Stop. The monkey, in a pathetic ploy to impress a local TV weather girl, downed eleven flaming Ouzo shots last evening—which left him with a nasty hangover and smelling like a hot licorice fart trapped in shag carpeting. You’ll forgive him his modesty today, I trust.
October 15, 2004
You can’t spell “history” without “for Chrissakes, people, wake UP!”
Or, I feel your pain. **** update: put another way: The woman is right. If America elects a self-confessed war criminal, a communist sympathizer, a proven liar about matters of war and peace, a man who even the people he served with in war won’t support, a liberal with absolutely no record of accomplishment– even for liberal causes, an appeaser, a man who sees terror as a nuisance and the
October 15, 2004
Random Andy Rooney thought, Friday, October 15, 1:33 PM ET.
I like French onion soup, though I’m not sure what it is that makes it French. Which reminds me: ever notice chalk?—how dusty it can be when you’re losing your virginity to your eighth grade math teacher on a pile of dirty erasers…?
October 15, 2004
9 more Andrew Sullivan rationalizations for the Democrats’ use of Mary Cheney as a gay Presidential debate prop
“The word ‘dyke’ appeals to the Dutch, and winning the War on Terror is all about building international alliances.” “The Cheneys opened the door to Senator Kerry’s factual remark by engaging in the kind of lurid monkey sex that produced Mary Cheney in the first place.” “The American people have the right to know that, should George Bush die and Dick Cheney assume the presidency, the White House would be
October 15, 2004
A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (twenty-fifth in a series)
Adrenalin Mother Adrenalin Mother, with your dress of comets and shoes of swift bird wings and shadow of jumping fish, thank you for touching, understanding and loving my life. Without you, I am dead would probably end up like Michael Moore, [rolling through life in huge mayonnaise-stained sweatpants, eating Drake’s coffee cakes and ricotta cheese by the tubful with a very large spoon.]
October 15, 2004
Talking back to 80s music, 35
What the fuck is a ‘speedball,’ anyway? Do you mean fastball? Because if so, that’s just sad, man… “Glory Days,” Bruce Springsteen