…with immature jokes for names. Hardy har har.
[Via who you’d expect]
Category Archives: Humor
Nazi Tank Manuals
Are surprisingly entertaining. Who knew?
#SaySomethingNiceAboutObama
This was never going to end well.
Just a Reminder
The Menendez Sex Scandal
Three things we can learn from it:
2. Democrats always screw you twice. First by working their will on you and second by delivering a lot less than they promised they would. The women in the story are complaining about this but that’s because they’re foreigners and don’t understand that this is actually standard Democrat operating procedure in this country. Just ask the workers trying to collect their government pensions in California. Indeed, Senator Bob’s approach to sex could even be considered the Democrat’s central philosophy: “You will bend over for us and in return we will promise to give you money and stuff… and then will give you a lot less than we promised.” If that were short enough to put on a campaign sign, people would be waving it at Obama’s campaign stops. Instead it’s just been shortened to “Forward!” Because “Over!” didn’t sound quite right.
3. It’s Democrat, not Republican, programs that send jobs out of the country. I mean, come on, are you going to tell me there are no prostitutes in America who can be screwed and then screwed again? There are plenty of them!
Maybe not when it comes to Bob Menendez. Perhaps he was offshoring because Dominiquenas were just doing the jobs that Americans won’t do.
[Update a few minutes later]
Hey, Senator, did you vote for Lily Ledbetter, and then underpay your prostitutes?
Well, to be fair, we’d have to know how much more he’d have paid them if they were men.
Lost Opportunity
The new job that David Axelrod won’t be able to audition for if Romney wins the upper Midwest.
Technology
“People think it’s amazing that we got to the moon using only slide rules and rudimentary computers. No: that’s why we made it.”
I know the feeling.
Those Dastardly Mann-Handlers
The WaPo reports on the lawsuit in its local crime section.
Jean-Paul Sartre
..has a blog? Who knew?
Captain Eo
It’s for kids, but I’m not sure kids enjoy it anymore. Francis Ford Coppola! George Lucas! Michael Jackson! Er. Hmm. The first was lost and coasting, the second had not yet been unmasked as something less than the Greatest Visual Genius of His Era, and Michael Jackson was still black and popular and charismatic, but you know how the story ends: with a snootful of rhino trank and a paralyzing fear of the outside world. From the beginning the Dismay you feel is enormous: it’s a two-headed chicken Muppet-thing running a spaceship with Comic Relief Alien Elephant and a cat with butterfly wings. Also a robot with a monocle. I repeat: a robot. With a monocle. They have to save a planet through dance; this is accomplished by shooting light beams at minions who turn into Fiercely Dressed professional prancers with 1985 hairstyles who make serious faces while executing certain steps. The evil queen, who is sort of a proto-Borg suspended by wires and tubes – the only thing in the piece that still holds up – is turned into Anjelica Huston, and then it’s over.
Oh, it’s 3-D and interactive; must have been quite novel back then, but at the end when the spaceship takes off into the vacuum and you feel wind on your face, well.
“That. Was. Bizarre,” said daughter.
“That was the 80s,” I said. I didn’t tell her that her mom once sported the ‘do the lead dancer had, a modified Sheena Easton, and it was hot.
Eighties hairstyles look very eighties now (think girlfriends in Back To The Future), but they didn’t seem so bad at the time.
Also, a bonus disquisition on how twelve is hard.