I don’t feel all that great, and so I am in a mood for comfort wingnuts (you know, those familiar, homey wingnuts whose creamy texture, cheesy richness, and meatloaf-like consistency always hit the spot).
So, here are the latest columns by some old favorites.
1. Pastor Grant Swank: “Plane Mutiny, Olmert Demise, Mosque Killers, & Iraq Over“
Thesis: The only good Muslim is a dead Muslim.
Excerpts:
And, per Pastor Swank, it’s about time that you “grass roots” realized that all Muslims are murderous demons who are planning to kill you.
Well, per the good Pastor, the liberty republics must expel all Muslims, because they’re all bad. Every single one of them.
Yes, he has concluded that all that talk about “freedom spread” was just a lot of hooey, because the Muslims on our side are, at the end of the day, still Muslims, and as such are Satanic monsters who deserve killing just as much as the ones who are fighting us.
And so George Bush was wrong to lead us into a war to help them – we should have just nuked the whole Middle East. And then we should have deported everyone who looked Asian and spoke what might have been Arabic. Deported them all to hell, where they came from!
Yup, pretty much.
You know, the Bush White House must be totally depressed about now, because when you’ve lost Pastor Grant Swank, it means that not even your mother supports you anymore.
2. Dr. Miks S. Adams, Ph.D.:”Colleges for Jews to Avoid, Part I“
Thesis: Jews should avoid colleges where anybody on the faculty has called for a peace settlement between Israel and its enemies.
But more importantly, the military should waive its age, health, and psychological fitness standards and draft Dr. Mike, because he could kill thousands of those Muslim terrorists, if only he was sent to Iraq and given enough bullets.
Excerpts:
3. John Stossel: “Leave the decadent businessman alone!“
Thesis: Successful businessmen should be able to sexually harass women if they want to – after all, they’re rich!
Sub-thesis: There should be an official droit de seigneur policy at “20/20.”
Excepts:
But, per Stossel, that doesn’t mean they should be allowed to sue him, because “If you don’t like the atmosphere in a workplace, don’t work there.”
However, our stupid nanny state won’t let a bold,paternalistic entrepreneur like Charney rule his plantation as he sees fit. Damn it, it’s hardly worth being a boss anymore!
But you have proven your creds as a brave, young rebel by quoting both a pop song from the1970s AND a line from Ayn Rand in the same column. I’m sure you’ll be getting lots of that sweet workplace sex too, now.
4. Meghan Cox Gurdon: “Kitchen Confidential“
When not reviewing children’s books for the Wall Street Journal, Meghan reviews anti-feminist books for The Weekly Standard. (She’s versatile, you see.)
This time she’s reviewing To Hell with All That: Loving and Loathing Our Inner Housewife by Caitlin Flanagan. The piece’s subtitle, “Inside every feminist, a woman yearns to break free,” gives us a pretty good idea of what she thinks the moral we should take from the book is going to be.
I know you’ll do me proud with this one!
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I too noticed:
Just how many Muslim terrorists could I kill if the military would ignore my age and let me serve as a sniper?
And did the math, he’s not too old to join the army.
I’ve emailed him to let him know that he can live his dream but no repsonse.
Wonder why?
So, here are the latest columns by some old favorites.
1. Pastor Grant Swank: “Plane Mutiny, Olmert Demise, Mosque Killers, & Iraq Over“
Thesis: The only good Muslim is a dead Muslim.
Excerpts:
Two men who looked like Muslim killers were speaking in what was concluded to be Arabic. They looked cagey. They kept looking at their watches. They darted looks to right and left. They whispered to one another. They wore heavy leather jackets. They were just plain mysterious.Swarthy men on a plane who keep doing suspicious terrorist stuff like looking at their watches, whispering to each other, and wearing jackets? Quick, somebody page Annie Jacobsen!
Brits on their way to vacationland Saturday decided the flight was too risky. They did not at all trust the two men. Therefore, they forced the pilot not to leave the ground.
One hundred fifty passengers felt safer on land than air. Two Muslim terrorist types were the cause of it all.And just what are “Muslim terrorist types”? Well, from the news article from which Pastor Swank got this story, we learn that they are “men of Asian appearance apparently talking Arabic.” Yes, all men who look Asian and speak a language which might be Arabic (or possibly Russian or Hebrew, or something like that) are not only terrorists, but also Muslims, since you can apparently deduce a person’s religion from his race and his jacket.
And, per Pastor Swank, it’s about time that you “grass roots” realized that all Muslims are murderous demons who are planning to kill you.
Islam is proving itself to be too weird to tolerate.I think the only response to the above is “It takes one to know one.”
The plane mutiny is a reflection of the peace world’s thinking. In time, the entire peace community should get the harsh facts that Islam is out to do us all in.Okay, Islam is out to do us in, so what should the peace community do about it?
Well, per the good Pastor, the liberty republics must expel all Muslims, because they’re all bad. Every single one of them.
Therefore, in every liberty republic, citizens must make choices to protect themselves, their communities, their laws, their judicial systems, educational systems and futures.
That means ousting Muslims. None can be trusted. Why? Because even the so-called kind Muslims say and do nothing to protest their killing “brothers and sisters.” Therefore, who within a Muslim conclave can finally be trusted?And this truth about how and why Muslims are born has caused Pastor Swank to rethink his support of the Iraq War.
All Muslims are born to be loyal to the Koran.
Yes, he has concluded that all that talk about “freedom spread” was just a lot of hooey, because the Muslims on our side are, at the end of the day, still Muslims, and as such are Satanic monsters who deserve killing just as much as the ones who are fighting us.
And so George Bush was wrong to lead us into a war to help them – we should have just nuked the whole Middle East. And then we should have deported everyone who looked Asian and spoke what might have been Arabic. Deported them all to hell, where they came from!
We freedom lovers were sadly mistaken about planting a democracy in Iraq. One cannot plant a democracy over Islam, the cult. One cannot plant a democracy over Islam, the cult. That is why there is not one Muslim democracy on the planet. Democracy won’t fit. Freedom is the antithesis to cultic, demonic practices prescribed by the Koran. […]So, is Pastor Swank, the most fervent of Bush supporters, the guy who used to write five pieces a week praising the President’s wisdom and courage, now claiming that George made a huge mistake, and we should bring the troops home ???
Therefore, America should admit that a huge mistake was made in Iraq.
Yup, pretty much.
You know, the Bush White House must be totally depressed about now, because when you’ve lost Pastor Grant Swank, it means that not even your mother supports you anymore.
Bush needs to admit that he made a mistake regarding his understanding of Islam. I personally believe that in his soul he knows that now far too much. So does Tony Blair. Then they need to admit their error and go forward to support our troops by bringing them home.Remember when only traitors like Congressman Murtha used to say stuff like that?
2. Dr. Miks S. Adams, Ph.D.:”Colleges for Jews to Avoid, Part I“
Thesis: Jews should avoid colleges where anybody on the faculty has called for a peace settlement between Israel and its enemies.
But more importantly, the military should waive its age, health, and psychological fitness standards and draft Dr. Mike, because he could kill thousands of those Muslim terrorists, if only he was sent to Iraq and given enough bullets.
Excerpts:
Over the course of my life, I have pondered many improbable situations. For example, what would it be like to play first base for the Atlanta Braves?Translation: Despite all the brooding he does about those who have wronged him, and all intense satisfaction he gets from the hours he spends imagining their fiery deaths, Dr. Mike is really just a regular guy who enjoys the sane wholesome sporting events that you do. Really!
What would it be like to work as Anna Kournikova’s live-in masseuse?Translation: Despite his hatred of women, and his fear of vaginas, Dr. Mike is very much a lady’s man, and he loves the babes. Really!
Just how many Muslim terrorists could I kill if the military would ignore my age and let me serve as a sniper?Translation: When they set up canned hunts of swarthy people who speak what might be Arabic, Dr. Mike will so be there!
But I never pondered what life would be like as a Jewish student at the University of Texas at Austin – that is, until I read a letter written by 27 anti-Semites and self-hating Jews who teach there. The letter – addressed to Secretary of State Condi Rice – is reproduced below in its entirety.Translation: Dr. Mike is going to try to get paid for a whole column, while only contributing about 100 words of his own. But don’t you try doing anything like that in any of his classes, you lazy snot-nosed punks!
3. John Stossel: “Leave the decadent businessman alone!“
Thesis: Successful businessmen should be able to sexually harass women if they want to – after all, they’re rich!
Sub-thesis: There should be an official droit de seigneur policy at “20/20.”
Excepts:
Dov Charney is a fast-talking 36-year-old entrepreneur whose company has a loose, sexy atmosphere. As you might guess, some former workers have sued him for sexual harassment.Yes, immigrant women, having sex with the boss is very much part of living in a free world. Remember that!
Charney pays his 4,000 employees, mostly immigrants, an average $12.75 an hour, plus subsidized lunches, health care, and free English classes.
[…]
Charney feels free to engage in sexual relationships with staff members. “If it’s a truly consensual loving relationship,” he says, “there’s nothing wrong with it. I think that those relationships can be very healthy and are very much part of living in a free world.”
But in today’s highly policed workplace, that belief brought Charney trouble. Three women who used to work for him sued, claiming he created a “hostile environment.” The plaintiffs say they were made to feel unwelcome, and Charney is accused of dropping his pants and revealing his underwear.Of course, the women never said that he had “Intimate intentions” with them, they said that he gave them vibrators (shades of Bill O’Reilly!), invited them to masturbate with him, and he exposed himself to them.
Charney told me, “I’ve never had any intimate intentions with these women. I never propositioned them in any way. All of these allegations are false.”
But, per Stossel, that doesn’t mean they should be allowed to sue him, because “If you don’t like the atmosphere in a workplace, don’t work there.”
However, our stupid nanny state won’t let a bold,paternalistic entrepreneur like Charney rule his plantation as he sees fit. Damn it, it’s hardly worth being a boss anymore!
Freedom is the most important thing. But now Charney is a maverick swimming against the tide of Big Government with its endless laws telling us how to live, what we may say, and even whom we can look at sexually.Um, John honey, ”Sunshine” is about a rich guy who tries to run the lives of his workers — and how, after the revolution, we’ll all know where the “fruits of what we do” are going. So, John, are you sure this is the song you wanted to quote in this piece?
Do the bureaucrats and labor lawyers really know best?
We’ll be better off when we can paraphrase what Jonathan Edwards said in his 1970s song “Sunshine”: “They can’t even run their own lives. I’ll be damned if they’ll run mine.”
But you have proven your creds as a brave, young rebel by quoting both a pop song from the1970s AND a line from Ayn Rand in the same column. I’m sure you’ll be getting lots of that sweet workplace sex too, now.
4. Meghan Cox Gurdon: “Kitchen Confidential“
When not reviewing children’s books for the Wall Street Journal, Meghan reviews anti-feminist books for The Weekly Standard. (She’s versatile, you see.)
This time she’s reviewing To Hell with All That: Loving and Loathing Our Inner Housewife by Caitlin Flanagan. The piece’s subtitle, “Inside every feminist, a woman yearns to break free,” gives us a pretty good idea of what she thinks the moral we should take from the book is going to be.
I am aware that the words “candid memoir” have come to imply, in our memoir-littered literary landscape, ever-darker revelations of neglect, debauchery, and (if the publisher is lucky) incest.Then we’ll take a moment right now to congratulate the future publishers of the inevitable memoirs of Victrola, Heliotrope, Dyspepsia, and Brock Samson Gurdon.
That’s what people seem to want to read, but, mercifully, Flanagan does not reveal anything so gruesome. What she does reveal, though, is in its effect plenty grim. You may laugh out loud at many passages–I certainly did–but what the book says about modern American women may make you want to bang your head against a wall.I’m guessing that Flanagan says that modern women very rarely weave their own linen sheets these days, and they don’t wear attractive house dresses and pearls while they order the maid to mop and wax the floors.
First, the good news: Flanagan is a sparkling stylist, and she is definitely on to something with her idea of an “inner housewife,” that secret part of emancipated womanhood that clings to old-fashioned feminine roles even as the outer lawyer, or whatever, rejects them. For who among us doesn’t resent the drudgery of battling squalor through repetitive acts of washing, wiping, and tidying? At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…Okay, gentle readers, once again your assignment is to finish Meghan’s paragraph — tell us just what kind of a pile gives every women a weird charge in her heart of hearts?
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I know you’ll do me proud with this one!
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I too noticed:
Just how many Muslim terrorists could I kill if the military would ignore my age and let me serve as a sniper?
And did the math, he’s not too old to join the army.
I’ve emailed him to let him know that he can live his dream but no repsonse.
Wonder why?
One hundred fifty passengers felt safer on land than air.
Aren’t you always safer on land? Cancel all flights, for freedom!
Glad to have you back, btw.
Aren’t you always safer on land? Cancel all flights, for freedom!
Glad to have you back, btw.
I think the only way to finish that sentence is …hard core porn videos.
Call me crazy but she seems like the type.
Call me crazy but she seems like the type.
Therefore, they forced the pilot not to leave the ground.
I could be wrong here, but wouldn’t forcing the pilot not to leave the ground constitute hijacking the plane?
I could be wrong here, but wouldn’t forcing the pilot not to leave the ground constitute hijacking the plane?
Neanderthal men on women…
The dinosaurs of unenlightened gender incivility are out in force this week. For starters, World o’Crap points to this pile of it from John Stossel: Dov Charney is a fast-talking 36-year-old entrepreneur whose company has a loose, sexy atmosphere. As….
The dinosaurs of unenlightened gender incivility are out in force this week. For starters, World o’Crap points to this pile of it from John Stossel: Dov Charney is a fast-talking 36-year-old entrepreneur whose company has a loose, sexy atmosphere. As….
At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…
fetid horse droppings, provided by your loving, strong, manly son. “Look, Mummy, I can write like you! I worked ever so hard on this column for National Review – for Kids!/i> Please Mummy, may I go outside and play now?” “Yes”, I say with the patience of an experienced mother of talented, beautiful, talented children, “you may – but be sure not to soil your new lederhosen, Consuela couldn’t get out the stains last time, and we had to have her deported.”
fetid horse droppings, provided by your loving, strong, manly son. “Look, Mummy, I can write like you! I worked ever so hard on this column for National Review – for Kids!/i> Please Mummy, may I go outside and play now?” “Yes”, I say with the patience of an experienced mother of talented, beautiful, talented children, “you may – but be sure not to soil your new lederhosen, Consuela couldn’t get out the stains last time, and we had to have her deported.”
Doh! got to remember to close yer tags, dagnabbit.
There appears to be some confusion.
American Apparel has fantastic labor practices for it’s manufacturing branch—non sweatshop wages, healthcare and English lessons for it’s largely immigrant workforce.
However, the company treats it’s RETAIL employees like absolute shit—long hours, a total lack of respect, discriminatory hiring practices, etc.
It is these employees that Dov Charney likes to fuck and sexually harrass, not the immigrant seamstresses in the factory.
American Apparel has fantastic labor practices for it’s manufacturing branch—non sweatshop wages, healthcare and English lessons for it’s largely immigrant workforce.
However, the company treats it’s RETAIL employees like absolute shit—long hours, a total lack of respect, discriminatory hiring practices, etc.
It is these employees that Dov Charney likes to fuck and sexually harrass, not the immigrant seamstresses in the factory.
Well, I can’t pay attention to Meghan’s piles right now–it’s enough I had to look back to check what stupid stylistic game went into the spelling of her first name–because if the Professor Dr. Mike, Ph.D, renaissance continues around here I’m gonna become obsessed with his broadcasting reveals in the clear:
what would it be like to play first base for the Atlanta Braves?
First base! No one ever dreams of being a first baseman. That’s like saying “When I grow up, I’d like to be a NASCAR road-course specialist. Or else the guy who holds the drink cup.” First basemen are, essentially, guys with no mobility. It’s the designated hitter spot of the National League. A lot of great players finished their careers at first, but few began there–Gehrig being the prominent exception.
So why would you dream of playing first base? Well, if you’re left-handed it’s the only infield position open to you, but you could be a power-hitting outfielder or a cannon-armed young pitcher with a sexy wild streak. Why emulate John Kruk? Is Dr. Professor Mike trying to tell us he throws from the other side? Was “first base”, in the schoolyard vernacular, Dr. Mike’s bête noir, in the same way his first glimpse of female pubic hair turned Havelock Ellis off sex for sixty years?
The reader may decide, but we will note in closing that Anna Kournikova, who led the league in internet fake-nudes a generation ago, is highly unlikely to have employed a full-time live-in erotic masseur, and if she did it probably wasn’t some nerdy creep who kept spilling his oil prematurely. And speaking from personal experience, in those occasional moments, back in the 20th century, when I chanced upon a photograph of Ms Kournikova, and the mood was right, it never occured to me, nor would it to most heterosexual American males, to give her a nice neck rub. Russian lessons, maybe.
what would it be like to play first base for the Atlanta Braves?
First base! No one ever dreams of being a first baseman. That’s like saying “When I grow up, I’d like to be a NASCAR road-course specialist. Or else the guy who holds the drink cup.” First basemen are, essentially, guys with no mobility. It’s the designated hitter spot of the National League. A lot of great players finished their careers at first, but few began there–Gehrig being the prominent exception.
So why would you dream of playing first base? Well, if you’re left-handed it’s the only infield position open to you, but you could be a power-hitting outfielder or a cannon-armed young pitcher with a sexy wild streak. Why emulate John Kruk? Is Dr. Professor Mike trying to tell us he throws from the other side? Was “first base”, in the schoolyard vernacular, Dr. Mike’s bête noir, in the same way his first glimpse of female pubic hair turned Havelock Ellis off sex for sixty years?
The reader may decide, but we will note in closing that Anna Kournikova, who led the league in internet fake-nudes a generation ago, is highly unlikely to have employed a full-time live-in erotic masseur, and if she did it probably wasn’t some nerdy creep who kept spilling his oil prematurely. And speaking from personal experience, in those occasional moments, back in the 20th century, when I chanced upon a photograph of Ms Kournikova, and the mood was right, it never occured to me, nor would it to most heterosexual American males, to give her a nice neck rub. Russian lessons, maybe.
Masseuse? Not masseur? This is taking us to a whole new, weird world of Dr. Mikeology. Who knew his hatred of women was based on envy?
At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…
…those wonderful little white pills that Dr. Studly prescribes! Why, I get my work done in half the time!
…those wonderful little white pills that Dr. Studly prescribes! Why, I get my work done in half the time!
Damn! William Burns beat me to it. I was so hoping I’d get to make that very point. . . somebody check Dr. Mike’s underwear.
“… C batteries”?
Did anyone else read the infamous interview with Dov Charney in, I think, Bust, about 2 years ago? The one in which he masturbated in front of the reporter? I don’t know what to say about him; I can’t come up with a moral pronouncement. But I will say this: he’s icky, and I take delight in the fact that Le Moustache finds himself defending and supporting him.
somebody check Dr. Mike’s underwear.
Eeeewwwww! I nominate Caitlin.
Eeeewwwww! I nominate Caitlin.
“At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…”
Rubber hoses, hot soapy water and a VHS labelled “Fellatio Hornblower” lying waiting and wanting in the hope of that evening when Hubby finally comes back home and we’ll send little Chalfont, Damascus, Heveticus, and Bombay Sapphire off to bed….early…..
Rubber hoses, hot soapy water and a VHS labelled “Fellatio Hornblower” lying waiting and wanting in the hope of that evening when Hubby finally comes back home and we’ll send little Chalfont, Damascus, Heveticus, and Bombay Sapphire off to bed….early…..
Isn’t there a fifth Gurdling these days? I seem to remember her spawning recently, but not the name or gender of the sprat.
Jeez Louise, I typed “masseur” without realizing Dr. Mike wrote “masseuse”. He’s gone Full Metal Peacoat on us. What’s up next week? Resigned to the fact they’ll never be Brave first basemen, “Dr.” Mike and “Pastor” Giles try out some new positions? Mike tries to get all the military investigators on his payroll to stand at attention at the same time? A peek under Mel Gibson’s kilt? Wha?
‘“Dr.” Mike and “Pastor” Giles try out some new positions…’
Gaaaah! Don’t DOOOO that!!! Great now I’ve got that and Terry Gilliam’s “Tideland” (Dr. Mike’s next favorite film, the silly-kisser that he is)lodged in my mind’s eye at the same time…
Gaaaah! Don’t DOOOO that!!! Great now I’ve got that and Terry Gilliam’s “Tideland” (Dr. Mike’s next favorite film, the silly-kisser that he is)lodged in my mind’s eye at the same time…
“…since you can apparently deduce a person’s religion from his race and his jacket.”
Don’t you know? It’s those hot, hip, and new Islamofacist Genuine Leather Jackets that they give to every terrorist! It has “Islamofascist” embossed on the collar, and you can get the name of your team embossed on the back! Only $29.95 (US), but free if you can prove you’re the number 3 rank in your cell, are planning a suicide/roadside bombing, or in charge of the rocket launcher. Families of the Breatheren that are now with Allah through the above means recieve one for each male member free!! Get yours today!!
Don’t you know? It’s those hot, hip, and new Islamofacist Genuine Leather Jackets that they give to every terrorist! It has “Islamofascist” embossed on the collar, and you can get the name of your team embossed on the back! Only $29.95 (US), but free if you can prove you’re the number 3 rank in your cell, are planning a suicide/roadside bombing, or in charge of the rocket launcher. Families of the Breatheren that are now with Allah through the above means recieve one for each male member free!! Get yours today!!
Adams: Just how many Muslim terrorists could I kill if the military would ignore my age and let me serve as a sniper?
And if the military would keep them in a sort of slow-paced zoo with equally leisurely hunting privileges, and you got to pick out your trophy terrorist from a catalog, Mikey just might approach his customary levels of arms-and-the-man self-tribute.
And if the military would keep them in a sort of slow-paced zoo with equally leisurely hunting privileges, and you got to pick out your trophy terrorist from a catalog, Mikey just might approach his customary levels of arms-and-the-man self-tribute.
Hi, Sorry, I just want to dispel a few rumors here. Dov Charney is a nut. He is insane. He’s manic and driven. But he is not a sexual predator. I’ve worked with and around the american apparel factory for a couple years now and have heard much of the inter office gossip.
If you want to judge a man for promiscuity, he’s guilty, but the idea that he wields his power for sex favors from the underlings is just salaciousness masquerading as fact.
He’s definitely a complex character, and has done good by many, many people, and pissed others off. Nonetheless, here’s to understanding that painting a man in black and white is rarely telling the truth.
cheers.
If you want to judge a man for promiscuity, he’s guilty, but the idea that he wields his power for sex favors from the underlings is just salaciousness masquerading as fact.
He’s definitely a complex character, and has done good by many, many people, and pissed others off. Nonetheless, here’s to understanding that painting a man in black and white is rarely telling the truth.
cheers.
I hang my head in shame knowing I voted for Swank to win on Wingnut Island, now that his Bush fetish has proven to be but bizarre puppy love.
One cannot plant a democracy over Islam, the cult. One cannot plant a democracy over Islam, the cult. That is why there is not one Muslim democracy on the planet. Democracy won’t fit. Freedom is the antithesis to cultic, demonic practices prescribed by the Koran.
You know, the Pastor might want to actually read once in a while his own Holy Book. One cannot plant a democracy over Christianity, the cult. (So good, you have to say it twice!) There has never been a fundamentalist Christian democracy on any planet. Unlike what his ex-sweetie Bush says, the Christian god never considered Freedom a gift to the world.
Sometimes I think masseuses, uh, Messrs. Swank and Bush are proving themselves too weird to tolerate.
One cannot plant a democracy over Islam, the cult. One cannot plant a democracy over Islam, the cult. That is why there is not one Muslim democracy on the planet. Democracy won’t fit. Freedom is the antithesis to cultic, demonic practices prescribed by the Koran.
You know, the Pastor might want to actually read once in a while his own Holy Book. One cannot plant a democracy over Christianity, the cult. (So good, you have to say it twice!) There has never been a fundamentalist Christian democracy on any planet. Unlike what his ex-sweetie Bush says, the Christian god never considered Freedom a gift to the world.
Sometimes I think masseuses, uh, Messrs. Swank and Bush are proving themselves too weird to tolerate.
I am ashamed to admit that I may know from personal experience how that sentence ends. It all has to do with the fact that I just bought this:
aaaaaand apparently images don’t work. It’s this.
Well, if they’re like the women in my family, the last word is MONEY, but then, the women in my family are sane and sensible.
So I’m guessing that’s not what Meghan said. Now let me try to think like her…hmm…head getting dizzy…can’t formsentencesanymorewhatarethoselittlesquarethingsioujutnsdlkf,,hlf;j,mto[pioip
So I’m guessing that’s not what Meghan said. Now let me try to think like her…hmm…head getting dizzy…can’t formsentencesanymorewhatarethoselittlesquarethingsioujutnsdlkf,,hlf;j,mto[pioip
I always wonder how the militant christian types can say stuff like this
All Muslims are born to be loyal to the Koran.
without their heads exploding.
All Muslims are born to be loyal to the Koran.
without their heads exploding.
Ooh, where am I? Oh that’s right, I was trying to think like Meghan and my brain stopped functioning. Last thing I remember my face hit the keyboard.
I’m glad to be back, but I’m never going into Meghan’s head again. It’s to scary and drafty.
I’m glad to be back, but I’m never going into Meghan’s head again. It’s to scary and drafty.
Swank is a prick.
Two Muslim terrorist types were the cause of it all.
Really? Two Muslim guys who were innocent?
What the fuck is a terrorist type? Does he look anything like Eric Rudolph? Or the Unabomber? What about good Christian boy Tim McVeigh? Oh, no, wait, only the swarthy folks can be judged on their skin color. Those guys are just a few “bad apples” in the white race.
I’m not a violent person, really, but God I’d love to slap that stupid, racist fucker.
Mrs Robinson over at Orcinus has this one exactly right: a planeload of panicky white vigilantes robbed two guys of their plane tickets, their time, and their dignity. This is not something to applaud!
This is something to be ashamed of. This incident should leave us demanding accountability from our scaremongering governments. Even leaving aside Swank’s reprehensible assessment that Asian people who look at their watches are terrorist types, this absolutely was not caused by the men. This was caused by the passengers on that plane, and by every asshole politician who’s whipped up fear of terrorism out of stupidity or malice or utilitarianism.
The terrorists won. They didn’t even have to attack that airplane, the passengers did it for them. I hope they’re ashamed of themselves, but I’m guessing they’re getting a lot of fawning reinforcement about how brave they are. It makes me want to spit.
Oh, and Dr Mike is a coward if he doesn’t enlist by the end of next week, and John Stossel is so much into the contrarian thing by now that he’s a parody of Geraldo fucking Rivera. That’s gotta suck.
I’m not even bothering with AWM, but Lucy, I love you for the batteries thing.
Welcome back, S.Z. Hope you’re feeling better soon.
Two Muslim terrorist types were the cause of it all.
Really? Two Muslim guys who were innocent?
What the fuck is a terrorist type? Does he look anything like Eric Rudolph? Or the Unabomber? What about good Christian boy Tim McVeigh? Oh, no, wait, only the swarthy folks can be judged on their skin color. Those guys are just a few “bad apples” in the white race.
I’m not a violent person, really, but God I’d love to slap that stupid, racist fucker.
Mrs Robinson over at Orcinus has this one exactly right: a planeload of panicky white vigilantes robbed two guys of their plane tickets, their time, and their dignity. This is not something to applaud!
This is something to be ashamed of. This incident should leave us demanding accountability from our scaremongering governments. Even leaving aside Swank’s reprehensible assessment that Asian people who look at their watches are terrorist types, this absolutely was not caused by the men. This was caused by the passengers on that plane, and by every asshole politician who’s whipped up fear of terrorism out of stupidity or malice or utilitarianism.
The terrorists won. They didn’t even have to attack that airplane, the passengers did it for them. I hope they’re ashamed of themselves, but I’m guessing they’re getting a lot of fawning reinforcement about how brave they are. It makes me want to spit.
Oh, and Dr Mike is a coward if he doesn’t enlist by the end of next week, and John Stossel is so much into the contrarian thing by now that he’s a parody of Geraldo fucking Rivera. That’s gotta suck.
I’m not even bothering with AWM, but Lucy, I love you for the batteries thing.
Welcome back, S.Z. Hope you’re feeling better soon.
I think Lindsay needs to do some research on what constitues a hostile workplace.
Two Muslims were sitting around an airport checking their watches?! Must be something sneaky going on, it’s not like they could have been waiting for a plane or anything.
If Charney only read Stossel he’d know he could find his perfect mate by marrying his cousin.
“At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…”
… a pile of dead, cultic, demonic Muslims, all sniped by her cousin Dr. Mike, with some self-hating Jews thrown in for good measure, and so you begin a strip-tease to reward him, and his eyes light up, and he starts to pant in anticipation, until the underwear comes off, and then his eyes bulge out and he yells, “INCOMING!!” and dives into a fetal position muttering, “Find a happy place, find a happy place…”
If Charney only read Stossel he’d know he could find his perfect mate by marrying his cousin.
“At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…”
… a pile of dead, cultic, demonic Muslims, all sniped by her cousin Dr. Mike, with some self-hating Jews thrown in for good measure, and so you begin a strip-tease to reward him, and his eyes light up, and he starts to pant in anticipation, until the underwear comes off, and then his eyes bulge out and he yells, “INCOMING!!” and dives into a fetal position muttering, “Find a happy place, find a happy place…”
At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…
bills that she can’t pay because her husband left her, and she can’t get a job that pays since she didn’t develop a career of her own.
bills that she can’t pay because her husband left her, and she can’t get a job that pays since she didn’t develop a career of her own.
So, if you’re a Muslim and planning to fly, don’t eat at MacDonald’s before the flight, and don’t look at your watch. And, apparantly, don’t wear a leather jacket.
Or the other passengers will lynch you. Got it.
Or the other passengers will lynch you. Got it.
but you missed the best part:
What would it be like to work as Anna Kournikova’s live-in masseuse?
Dr. Adams daydreams about being a masseuse, not a masseur? Clearly, he is not suffering vagina fear, but vagina envy.
What would it be like to work as Anna Kournikova’s live-in masseuse?
Dr. Adams daydreams about being a masseuse, not a masseur? Clearly, he is not suffering vagina fear, but vagina envy.
Also, don’t sit together, and don’t talk. According to the Freepers, you should also shave your beard and wear a cowboy hat and boots.
Personally, I think they’re giving aid to the terrorists by telling them how to avoid our profiling.
Personally, I think they’re giving aid to the terrorists by telling them how to avoid our profiling.
Swank’s name is J. Grant Swank, Jr., is it not? And the “J” stands for Joseph, right? I expect that he goes by his middle-name, Grant, to differentiate himself from his father, who doubtlessly went by “Joseph” or “Joe.” Heh. “Joe Swank.” That’s a keul name… for a pimp!
For some reason I can’t help thinking about all the crap Hitler said about the Jews when I read Swank’s article.
At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…
shag carpeting.
shag carpeting.
At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…
Oscar Mayer weinermobiles.
Oscar Mayer weinermobiles.
At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…
…puppies, kittens, marshmallow peeps and naked Abu Ghraib prisoners.
…puppies, kittens, marshmallow peeps and naked Abu Ghraib prisoners.
At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…
…human skulls.
…human skulls.
I would guess that once the Muslims are out of the way, Swank will have many of the same comments to make about the Jews, too.
It’s that whole thing about the scorpion and the frog crossing the river. Some people are just plain damn mean.
It’s that whole thing about the scorpion and the frog crossing the river. Some people are just plain damn mean.
At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…
All kidding aside, the correct answer is, of course, ‘shoes’.
I know that, c’mon I was just goofin’ around.
For any of you broads who are offended by my earlier hilarious posts, don’t blame me, I recently saw a creepy video of some bimbo flopping about in shallow water mouthing off about ‘Palis’. Kinda put me in the mind of throwing all women out of the country.
All kidding aside, the correct answer is, of course, ‘shoes’.
I know that, c’mon I was just goofin’ around.
For any of you broads who are offended by my earlier hilarious posts, don’t blame me, I recently saw a creepy video of some bimbo flopping about in shallow water mouthing off about ‘Palis’. Kinda put me in the mind of throwing all women out of the country.
Okay, gentle readers, once again your assignment is to finish Meghan’s paragraph —
man, a little earlier and it could have been “fill in the sWank”
man, a little earlier and it could have been “fill in the sWank”
Meghan writes: At the same time, what woman, in her heart of hearts, doesn’t get a weird charge out of a pile of…
…flaming poop on her doorstep.
Here, Meghan, I’ll prove it to you–
…flaming poop on her doorstep.
Here, Meghan, I’ll prove it to you–
Shoes? Seriously? Um, me. I have a gay friend who looooooves shoe shopping. I agree to accompany him when he has done me some favor. Number of minutes is negotiated in advance, and I bring a freaking stopwatch. I don’t even *wear* shoes unless I’m going somewhere they’re required, and it took the *symphony* to get me out of my Birks. (I wore strappy flat sandals. See? I don’t even have the right vocabulary for shoes.)
I’m far more likely to get a charge out of a pile of, say, seeds. Or books. Or beads. Or origami paper. Or chocolates. Cleaning supplies. Documentary DVDs. Cat toys. Playmobil. Puzzle pieces. Moss. Rocks. Whatever.
The closest I come to shoe-appreciation is my Barbie shoe collection. (I’ve never lost a Barbie shoe in my life. It’s a vastly misplaced point of pride.)
Shoes. Bleah. So predictable, so shallow, so narrow-minded, so boring, so *wrong*.
I’m far more likely to get a charge out of a pile of, say, seeds. Or books. Or beads. Or origami paper. Or chocolates. Cleaning supplies. Documentary DVDs. Cat toys. Playmobil. Puzzle pieces. Moss. Rocks. Whatever.
The closest I come to shoe-appreciation is my Barbie shoe collection. (I’ve never lost a Barbie shoe in my life. It’s a vastly misplaced point of pride.)
Shoes. Bleah. So predictable, so shallow, so narrow-minded, so boring, so *wrong*.
D. Sidhe, you are beautiful. And your Most Excellent Ranty Rant over at TBogg’s drew in 56 comments!! Woo Hoo, girl! Do check out “My Baby’s a Superstar” by Buddy Guy – it was written for you.
D.Sidhe, I’m with you. That stupid “women looooove shoes!” thing is a load of codswallop. I don’t know one woman who is like that. I’m a fairly feminine woman in terms of liking girly things (you should see my bedroom, a symphony in cool pink), but there is no *product* I lose my head over. I think it’s a lazy, reductive, and belittling stereotype, but it’s a canny one, because look at how many women watch “Sex and the City,” imagine they’re like Carrie Bradshaw, and think that buying $600 Christian Louboutin (or whatever) shoes is reasonable for someone living on a secretary’s salary. Great PR for training people to be good little consumers.
And, btw, I have never known any woman who ate pints of Haagen-Dazs because she got dumped, either. It’s another TV thing (of course the “Cathy” comic strip relied on stuff like that, too), and we should stop looking to television to tell us what we are. What a giant load of crap. I don’t see any resemblance between myself and the popular stereotypes of female behavior. To paraphrase Eddie Izzard, I’m 100% human being with an extra 10% girl. (He says he’s 100% man with an extra 10% girl, which is why I love him. That extra 10% is so sexy.)
And, btw, I have never known any woman who ate pints of Haagen-Dazs because she got dumped, either. It’s another TV thing (of course the “Cathy” comic strip relied on stuff like that, too), and we should stop looking to television to tell us what we are. What a giant load of crap. I don’t see any resemblance between myself and the popular stereotypes of female behavior. To paraphrase Eddie Izzard, I’m 100% human being with an extra 10% girl. (He says he’s 100% man with an extra 10% girl, which is why I love him. That extra 10% is so sexy.)
P.S. Which is not to say that some women really do love shoes–I thought it went without saying. Men do, too, doubtless.
Men do, too, doubtless
I don’t know about shoes, but I’m from Texas, and I know men who are pretty damn proud of their steel-toed alligator-skin boots. Talk about stereotypes! Gag.
I don’t know about shoes, but I’m from Texas, and I know men who are pretty damn proud of their steel-toed alligator-skin boots. Talk about stereotypes! Gag.
Well, I will admit I would get a charge out a a big pile of shoes. That feeling of warm, flushed cheeks, the sound of blood pulsing in the ears, the barely-resisable urge to squeal out
“Who the hell left all these damn shoes all over the floor?”
“Who the hell left all these damn shoes all over the floor?”
Dorothy, you are my kind of woman. Or you’ve met my housemates. Either way.
I admit to a freaky Barbie thing, and the occasional entire box of chocolates in dire circumstances. It kind of makes me wonder, really, if AWM does shoes because in her heart of hearts she just really digs them, or because she’s absorbed the notion that all the theoretically stylish women do. I mean, let’s face it, the woman *is* a good little consumer of the culture. She’s sure as hell not a citizen* in it.
Personally, I loathe clothes shopping of any sort, and did even when I was rail thin and apparently attractive. But, oh, the Barbies… Maybe that’s my subconscious trying too hard to fit in.
And Beginning To Wonder, I noticed that whole fifty plus comments thing. A little scary, really. A world in which actual intelligent and clever people pay attention to anything people like me have to say is weirder than I had previously assumed. Also, I feel stupid for having left the word “edifice” out of that on edit, in one of my trademark run-on-and-on sentences.
You people, ta. The next time someone reasonably calls me an idiot, I will remember that I am occasionally regarded as worth repeating by people I respect, and therefore must not be an idiot all the time. Even better than never having lost a Barbie shoe.
* This is not a comment on AWM’s legal status in this country. It’s simply a reflection of the fact, best laid out by Jim Hightower, that citizens, as distinct from consumers, are people who regard themselves as part of a larger community, or several, and strive when possible for the betterment of everyone in those communities.
It’s different from believing Iraq has WMDs because Bush sold it to you, or that patriotism involves abandoning your duties to your family, state, nation, or species by, say, not thinking. Your government is not something you can decide to take or leave if you have enough money and you have to stay out front on the sidewalk if you don’t. Your government is something you actually have to help shape into something worthwhile.
And there I go ranting again. Did someone drop a fashionable little pillbox hat with perhaps a veil that would go *perfectly* with these shoes and this darling little clutch?
I admit to a freaky Barbie thing, and the occasional entire box of chocolates in dire circumstances. It kind of makes me wonder, really, if AWM does shoes because in her heart of hearts she just really digs them, or because she’s absorbed the notion that all the theoretically stylish women do. I mean, let’s face it, the woman *is* a good little consumer of the culture. She’s sure as hell not a citizen* in it.
Personally, I loathe clothes shopping of any sort, and did even when I was rail thin and apparently attractive. But, oh, the Barbies… Maybe that’s my subconscious trying too hard to fit in.
And Beginning To Wonder, I noticed that whole fifty plus comments thing. A little scary, really. A world in which actual intelligent and clever people pay attention to anything people like me have to say is weirder than I had previously assumed. Also, I feel stupid for having left the word “edifice” out of that on edit, in one of my trademark run-on-and-on sentences.
You people, ta. The next time someone reasonably calls me an idiot, I will remember that I am occasionally regarded as worth repeating by people I respect, and therefore must not be an idiot all the time. Even better than never having lost a Barbie shoe.
* This is not a comment on AWM’s legal status in this country. It’s simply a reflection of the fact, best laid out by Jim Hightower, that citizens, as distinct from consumers, are people who regard themselves as part of a larger community, or several, and strive when possible for the betterment of everyone in those communities.
It’s different from believing Iraq has WMDs because Bush sold it to you, or that patriotism involves abandoning your duties to your family, state, nation, or species by, say, not thinking. Your government is not something you can decide to take or leave if you have enough money and you have to stay out front on the sidewalk if you don’t. Your government is something you actually have to help shape into something worthwhile.
And there I go ranting again. Did someone drop a fashionable little pillbox hat with perhaps a veil that would go *perfectly* with these shoes and this darling little clutch?
D. Sidhe,
The Barbie shoes thing is indeed impressive. My Barbie was barefoot inside of a week. Sadly, I suffered some trauma concerning Barbie dolls when I was seven.
I was playing Barbies with the neighbor girl, and she had this weird B/S&M scene going on between Barbie and Ken. Quite frankly, this frightened me at the time, and now makes me wonder about her parents.
Seriously, she came up to me later that winter and said “Guess what, I got Barbie’s little sister, Skipper, for Christmas. Want to come over and…Hey wait! Where are you going?”
The Barbie shoes thing is indeed impressive. My Barbie was barefoot inside of a week. Sadly, I suffered some trauma concerning Barbie dolls when I was seven.
I was playing Barbies with the neighbor girl, and she had this weird B/S&M scene going on between Barbie and Ken. Quite frankly, this frightened me at the time, and now makes me wonder about her parents.
Seriously, she came up to me later that winter and said “Guess what, I got Barbie’s little sister, Skipper, for Christmas. Want to come over and…Hey wait! Where are you going?”
Adams:Just how many Muslim terrorists could I kill if the military would ignore my age and let me serve as a sniper?
From Adams’s profile:Mike S. Adams was born in Columbus, Mississippi on October 30, 1964…
From some AP story I found:Older soldiers…are showing up more often at Army training bases across the country since Congress gave the service approval earlier this year to raise its enlistee age limit, which had been 35, to just under 42 years.
But maybe that doesn’t apply to snipers, in which case Adams is just out of options besides dreaming for his country. Of course, he could send his wife, the same way that when Amy Fuller sent him an email he didn’t like it was she who who responded to Fuller with a message warning her to shut up, rather than the man himself.
From Adams’s profile:Mike S. Adams was born in Columbus, Mississippi on October 30, 1964…
From some AP story I found:Older soldiers…are showing up more often at Army training bases across the country since Congress gave the service approval earlier this year to raise its enlistee age limit, which had been 35, to just under 42 years.
But maybe that doesn’t apply to snipers, in which case Adams is just out of options besides dreaming for his country. Of course, he could send his wife, the same way that when Amy Fuller sent him an email he didn’t like it was she who who responded to Fuller with a message warning her to shut up, rather than the man himself.
My Barbies have never been near a Ken. Or a Steven or a River, for that matter. They do own a very nice set of GI Joe weapons, and I suspect Ken is just scared. I’m guessing they could find *something* worth cutting off him.
I think my Barbies would scare the hell out of Dr Mike, PhD. Admittedly this is not that much of a bragging point. But I do get some very interesting tableaux.
And, yes, I know I said I was going to sleep hours ago. (And, actually, probably a couple days ago, too. Still working on it.)
I think my Barbies would scare the hell out of Dr Mike, PhD. Admittedly this is not that much of a bragging point. But I do get some very interesting tableaux.
And, yes, I know I said I was going to sleep hours ago. (And, actually, probably a couple days ago, too. Still working on it.)
Um, Sidhe, Ken isn’t anatomically correct… so they’d be cutting off, what, his foot? I actually own one Ken doll. I got him in the early-to-mid ’90s, ‘cos I couldn’t resist. Yes, it was the infamous “Cockring Ken”, which was shortly thereafter pulled from the shelves. And, boy does he look gay. I think this reveals the real reason Barbie dumped him. I’ve been meaning to get him a G.I. Joe as a closeted boyfriend. The funniest Halloween costume I ever saw (a picture of) I stumbled across on an amateurs site, where the guy dressed up as… Cockring Ken. And, he replicated him exactly! It was very impressive, plastic two-toned hair and all!
Onto the shoes/clothes topic, I’m practically D. Sidhe’s twin there, or probably even less inclined to shop for that stuff. Every pair of shoes I have is well over ten years old. The last viable pair (boots) is beginning to wear out, so I suppose I’ll have to get some soon. Simelarly, with clothes, every pair of pants I own but two are at least a decade old, except that I did just today receive three pairs of Levis 501s via UPS direct from Levis (did I mention that I hate to shop for clothes?). Once again, it was that the old ones were beginning to disintegrate and gain holes in rude places (barwear!). Plus, I had a 30% off deal, so it was more-or-less 3 for the price of 2. And t-shirts, I’ve had a fairly steady, if low-level influx of them, but they’re usually gifts, giveaways, or premiums from companies. I rarely spend money on ‘em. Clothes shopping. Shoe shopping. ::::brrrrrr!::::
Onto the shoes/clothes topic, I’m practically D. Sidhe’s twin there, or probably even less inclined to shop for that stuff. Every pair of shoes I have is well over ten years old. The last viable pair (boots) is beginning to wear out, so I suppose I’ll have to get some soon. Simelarly, with clothes, every pair of pants I own but two are at least a decade old, except that I did just today receive three pairs of Levis 501s via UPS direct from Levis (did I mention that I hate to shop for clothes?). Once again, it was that the old ones were beginning to disintegrate and gain holes in rude places (barwear!). Plus, I had a 30% off deal, so it was more-or-less 3 for the price of 2. And t-shirts, I’ve had a fairly steady, if low-level influx of them, but they’re usually gifts, giveaways, or premiums from companies. I rarely spend money on ‘em. Clothes shopping. Shoe shopping. ::::brrrrrr!::::
probably even less inclined to shop for that stuff.
Okay, that pretty much means my housemate, the one I have left, wouldn’t likely introduce herself to you, first thing, as a huge faghag.
She requires that whole Queer Eye look. She would *love* a Cockring Ken, though, I’m sure.
Okay, that pretty much means my housemate, the one I have left, wouldn’t likely introduce herself to you, first thing, as a huge faghag.
She requires that whole Queer Eye look. She would *love* a Cockring Ken, though, I’m sure.
My ex was a total shoe queen. She had more shoes than Imelda Marcos, and could never pass a shoe purveyor without checking out their wares. On the plus side, she was very exacting in her choice of footwear. I’m the exact opposite. I hate shopping, and still have the pair of Timberlands I bought 20 years ago (that’s right – my shoes, and most of my clothes, are older than my friends’ children). If I can’t get it delivered, I ain’t wearing it.
Completing the sentence is a cinch. Think 1950s, peepul, not Sex and the City. ..freshly ironed sheets.
I have tried to connect to my Inner Housewife but she left decades ago when it was clear there was nothing here for her.
I have tried to connect to my Inner Housewife but she left decades ago when it was clear there was nothing here for her.
I tried getting in touch with my feminine side. Actually, my feminine side got it touch with me. It’s suing for custody of my inner child. I don’t think I’m going to win either, because it’s hard to find a decent lawyer. When you’re having and identity crisis, who do you get to represent you? 
Thanks, I’ll be here all week!
Thanks, I’ll be here all week!
I was playing Barbies with the neighbor girl, and she had this weird B/S&M scene going on between Barbie and Ken. Quite frankly, this frightened me at the time, and now makes me wonder about her parents.
Nah. I think people would be surprised by the number of “normal” girls who acted out crazy shit with their Barbies.
Nah. I think people would be surprised by the number of “normal” girls who acted out crazy shit with their Barbies.
Anne,
Nah. I think people would be surprised by the number of “normal” girls who acted out crazy shit with their Barbies.
It was mostly alarming because of our ages. I sort of had to guess at the 2nd grade; but most of us were still trying to wrap our little heads around vanilla sex. The frills came later.
Nah. I think people would be surprised by the number of “normal” girls who acted out crazy shit with their Barbies.
It was mostly alarming because of our ages. I sort of had to guess at the 2nd grade; but most of us were still trying to wrap our little heads around vanilla sex. The frills came later.
When you’re having and identity crisis, who do you get to represent you?
I like to use the voice in my head that sounds exactly like Jack McCoy in Law & Order.
I like to use the voice in my head that sounds exactly like Jack McCoy in Law & Order.
I do remember flipping through my wife’s copy of JANE which had the story on Dov Charney incessently masturbating in front of the woman who wrote the piece. Quite. Pastor Swank, meet Mr Wank.
Man you people are fucked up!
[...] Good News for Adams Posted on August 26, 2006 by Richard Bartholomew SZ at World O’Crap draws attention to the latest gem from conservative demagogue (see my blog post here) and academic Mike S Adams, in which he ponders what might have been: Just how many Muslim terrorists could I kill if the military would ignore my age and let me serve as a sniper? [...]
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