One of the drags of posting on a high-profile blog like Jeff’s Joint is that lunatics sign you up for email services from places and things they figure will annoy you, like this:
NCL and Rosie O’Donnell would like you to join us aboard Norwegian Pearl
for a 1-night cruise benefiting Rosie’s For All Kids Foundation –
a not-for-profit organization dedicated to helping America’s kids.Friday, December 15, 2006
Port of Miami, Terminal 10
Embarkation begins at 2 pm
Sail away at 6 pmAll Proceeds from Stateroom Accommodations & Fares go to the Foundation
Inside $250 per person Mini-Suite $750 per person
Oceanview $350 per person Penthouse $1,500 per person
Balcony $500 per person Courtyard Villa $2,500 per person
Owner’s Suite $3,000 per person
Prices include accommodations, all meals and beverages including alcohol, special Broadway-style show starring Rosie O’Donnell and friends, Second City comedy and more.
To book call 800.327.7030.Government-issued photo ID required at check-in • Carry-on luggage only • Resort casual attire Corporate packages available.
©2006 NCL CORPORATION LTD. SHIP’S REGISTRY: BAHAMAS
Well, at least it includes alcohol, eh? Still, defecating me is the thing you’ve got to be doing. On the other hand, she must have unique insight into the issues facing “All Kids,” if you get my drift.
I’d also like to mention that a couple of days ago, over at Patterico’s there was a story about a ban on Lapp dancing involving touching meant to arouse in Las Vegas being upheld as illegal by the Nevada State Supreme Court. The Lapps are a proud people, and suffered greatly under Soviet persecution. Somehow, they’ve managed to hold onto their languages, much of their culture, their costume, their folkloric and song traditions. If their dances involved touching, for the purposes of arousal or not, I don’t understand how this is somehow meant to represent a threat to the morals of the citizens of Vegas. I don’t know how many Lapps there are there, but it seems to me that they ought to be afforded equal protection with the rest of the pervs in that weirdo burgh.
If Frankie and the boys were still there, badda-bing, badda-boom . . . first time he saw somebody trying to push around a Lapp, lights out, baby. He was a real American, even if he was an Eye-Tie.
I heard at the last one little kids were holding Twinkies out off the end of the diving board and Rosie was leaping up out of the water to snatch them in her mouth. Could be a good show.
The Lapps also have a great swimming heritage which is where we get the phrase “swimming…”
I just can’t do it… MORE MORPHINE!!
The Lapps, being a nomadic reindeer-herding stalwart midget people* suffered under the high taxes of Norway, Sweden, Russia, and, after it gained its independence from Russia, Finland. No wonder they wear animal skins and dance for purposes of arousal, they certainly couldn’t afford to do much else.
*I say this as a descendant of people who I surpassed in height around age eleven. My paternal grandparents, were they around today, could star in Travelocity ads (if their linguistic abilities were not so damn Minnesotan.)
I think we ought to take up a collection to send a citizen journalist on this cruise.
Hoo.
Don’t they have a mayor who can’t tell fiction from reality?
Well, I guess when you live in a town with giant neon cowboys and big fiberglass pyramids you gradually lose your grip.
As the great Lappian leader, Pimpus VI once said, “Get out there and make me some money, ladies.”
TW: Nuclear74! Hot in that, atomic fission kind of way.