Rusty at the Jawa Report sends along a link to this astounding post in which blogress Kelly Ann Collins asks readers, with regard to Republican quasi-Messiah Jeff Gannon and his GAY PORN COCK OF LIES: […] have you seen this man? Have you slept with this man? Do you know this man? A local socialite, who wishes to remain anonymous, has teamed up with this site to offer a $10,000
February 24, 2005
University of Colorado Ethnic Studies professor and anti-American firebrand Ward Churchill and 70s Kung-fu expert and counterculture icon Billy Jack contemplate the notion that racial identity—rather than being some essentialist blood project—is more a matter of adopting culturally-defined constructs
“The thing is, Billy, it doesn’t even matter what kind of ‘blood’ I have in me, y’know? Because the essence of my Native-Americanness—the essence of all Native Americanness—is a desire to fight the Establishment, and to do it on my terms. I believe in an organic societal structure—not the forced inequities of a market system responsible for more genocide in the world than all of history’s Hitlers combined. That’s the
Overheard inside a Ramadi bunker, Thursday, Feb 24
First militant: “May I ask you something, Hassan…?” Second militant: “What is it now, brother? Can you not hear the American military aircraft screaming overhead? We are at war, Tamir. You must concentrate.” First militant: “Well, that’s what I was going to ask you about. When the Jews and dogs in the American media report that the Great Satan is targeting ‘insurgent strongholds’ with 500 lb. bombs, does this mean
Creating new terrorists: Chimpy McHitlerBurton’s smirky rodeo ride through history continues
Erstwhile Lebanese intifada leader Walid Jumblatt, quoted in the Washington Post: “It’s strange for me to say it, but this process of change has started because of the American invasion of Iraq,” explains Jumblatt. “I was cynical about Iraq. But when I saw the Iraqi people voting three weeks ago, 8 million of them, it was the start of a new Arab world.” Jumblatt says this spark of democratic revolt
Meditation upon woman
As I survey the vast expanse of the cyber universe—my muscled man-chest puffed proudly before me, my ample penis pressed flush against my taut thigh, straining against its leather binding to point outward at the sprawling binary fields of my bailiwick—I, like Beowulf the Dane before me, am saddened before the site of my earthly burdens, and long to find women to bring to my realm so that I may
