You Tube Purchases the BBC

San Mateo (UPI) Today, in a stunning show of the strength of the virtual world. The BBC was purchased for an undisclosed sum by the brash upstart internet video website company, You Tube. Chad Hurley, CEO of You Tube (seen above at right) said: "Most of our viewers are kids ..... aimless, directionless, lacking in knowledge and understanding. They come to our site for a sophomoric laugh or two. We want to expand our horizon, we want to show these kids another world. Not just surf wear or hip hop culture or lip synching."

"We want to expose them to middle school moral relativism, and show them it ain't all booz szhuwa zee nothingness. We want them to see correspondents with jowls a'filled with marbles, mealymouthing 'those dirty Joos' over and over again. Expose them to size fifteen commie women, wearing winter Chanel suits in the summertime, in Washington D.C. It is a turning point for the web," Hurley went on.

"Where else can you see such pomposity, such grandiose idiocy, micron shallowness parading as holy enlightenment? The Beeb is a shining example of unintended sick videocy, it will be a much treasured addition to our daily laughfest. Why in our very first broadcast last night, since taking over, we changed nothing. And yet our new stable mates really outdid themselves. Tripping over themselves to show just how really deranged ....... lunacy parading as news, from old media can be. Perfect! Absolutely perfect" he concluded.

Early reviews form regular visitors to the website were mixed: "ummm like those chicks are fat. Why don't they take some laxatives?" One junior high coed inquired (good question!). "And they talk funny" said another. "Wow, I never knew how bad those evuhlJooos were until You Tube bought that BabyC company, and showed us." Chimed in a third. "They have tanks and stuff, and they're scaring those Pally Stinians, that's just mean" said a fourth community college student, named Bryce, who is majoring in bong technology. "What did they ever do to them Jooz?"

Watching the BBC Bryce, we may never know. But we will say a prayer that the Beeb gets their air conditioning turned back on real soon.

(While this piece'o doesn't hardly compare with last night's loving tableau/homage to Israel. Wherein the Beeb field reporter took us to a poor put upon Pale, and his aged mother in Gaza, Hamastan. Camera pointing out the window of their home, showing the Joootanks approaching. His children sent away, but poor grandma unable to flee the horrific sight. Oh, the humanity!)


Screen shots (via Tivo) from last night's broadcast:


So tell me, are the Jooz really as evuhl as we lead people to believe?



Yes.



Yes.



Yes. Just look at this picture below ...... see the Israelis in blue trunks?







Why yes, I can see it on my monitor.



Can I chime in? I think they Jooz are evuhl too.



Thanks You for that in depth added report.



Your welcome.



We just want to add that we heard that Jooish women were good in bed.



Extraordinary ..... but, my left wrist speaks volumes about which team I bat for. Besides that isn't necessarily a bad thing. Whose side are you on anyway?



Oops, sorry, Bush's fault.


1:10 p.m. In Context

'Blind, deaf and dumb'

In February, 2002, Arab terrorists in Gaza first managed to fire a Qassam rocket into Israel. Less than a month later, two Qassams landed in Sderot. That was the beginning.

It wasn't until June, 2004, that the palestinian Arabs finally succeeded in murdering an Israeli with a Qassam. His name was Afik Zahavi, and he was four years old. Also murdered was Mordechai Yosepov, 49. Afik's mother, Ruth, was badly injured in the attack and lost her leg. They lived in Sderot.

Between that first barrage in March, 2002, and the rocket that killed Afik and Mordechai on June 28, 2004, approximately 70 Kassams fell in Sderot. By the end of that year, there were 92 more, and two more toddlers dead.

And the numbers continue to escalate. Current estimates are that over 3,000 Qassams have now landed in Sderot, about 600 of them since Israel evacuated Gaza last summer.



From yesterday's Wizbang, with updates, covering most of the range of current events in Hamastan.



The Mudville Gazette's Open Post

Still Overwhelmed

Not effectively able to deal with the jumble of bads news coming down the pike. Sort it out. And in turn output some sort of post relating to it. Mostly blinded by anger. And well it really does me no good. To be consumed by it. Devoured even. So, rather than turning red, pounding the keyboard, and breathing flames. We'll just take a timeout.

A little humour, some pathos ..... (in no particular order)

Man's Message-In-A-Bottle Found After His Death

(AP) ANTIGO, Wis. Years after casting a bottled-up note into a lake for a class project and just one year after his death, a man's childhood message has been found and returned to his mother.


Man with 10-year erection awarded $400,000

Malfunctioning penile implant is painful and can't be removed

PROVIDENCE, R.I. - A former handyman has won more than $400,000 in a lawsuit over a penile implant that gave him a 10-year erection. Charles "Chick" Lennon, 68, received the steel and plastic implant in 1996, about two years before Viagra went on the market. The Dura-II is designed to allow impotent men to position the penis upward for sex, then lower it.

But Lennon could not position his penis downward. He said he could no longer hug people, ride a bike, swim or wear bathing trunks because of the pain and embarrassment. He has become a recluse and is uncomfortable being around his grandchildren, his lawyer said.


Man on Mini-Motorcycle Leads Cops on Chase


Man robbed of designer pants

MILWAUKEE, June 27 (UPI) -- Two armed robbers must have really liked the pants an 18-year-old Milwaukee police aide was wearing last week: they took his designer trousers at gunpoint. The Milwaukee Journal Sentinel says the teenager was talking with a friend on the street early Saturday morning when two men pulled up in a sedan and demanded his pants.


That's Fugged Up/Axiom of the Obvious

Mammograms 'can increase breast cancer risk'

Mammograms may increase the risk of breast cancer in women with a genetic predisposition to the disease, researchers revealed today. A study of 1,600 women with BRCA 1 and 2 mutations, defective genes linked to breast cancer, found they were 54 per cent more likely to suffer the disease if they had ever had a chest X-ray.


From Wiki

Mulitple Choice: Whose name is missing from this list?

List of people convicted of treason

United States

* John Brown
* Iva Toguri D'Aquino, who is frequently identified with "Tokyo Rose"
* Governor Thomas Dorr 1844, convicted of treason against the state of Rhode Island; see Dorr Rebellion
* Mildred Gillars
* Hans Max Haupt, convicted of treason and sentenced to life in prison for aiding his son who was a spy for Germany during the Second World War
* Tomoya Kawakita, sentenced to death for treason, but eventually deported to Japan

A) Bill Keller
B) Bill Keller
C) Bill Keller
or D) Bill Keller


How I Love Islam, Let Me Count the Ways .....

'European Muslims Resort to Virginity Ploys'

SAINT-DENIS, France - Hymen repair, fake virginity certificates and other deceptions, said to be commonplace in some Muslim countries, are practiced in France and elsewhere in Europe, where Muslim girls still live under rigid codes of family honor.

Such ploys have saved many a young woman from scorn and worse. The procedures are legal but shrouded in silence .... Wrobel is one of an unknown number of gynecologists in France who are willing to repair hymens .....

Top Ten Reasons Bill Keller & the NYT's Expose a Covert Anti-Terror Program

1) Once you've had camel, there's no going back.


Bill Keller, New York Times editor, seen here arriving at the 2005 Pulitzer Prize awards ceremony. With his beautiful date Safiya.


2) Still room on the ground floor of the global caliphate.


3) Freedom and democracy are highly overated (by the NYT's).



4) NYT's ...... it's not just for reading anymore.


5) Halal ..... it's not just for breakfast anymore.




6) It's all a BushcoHalliburton plot ..... It's Bush's fault! ...... Everything!!! (My stubbed toe, my girlfriend leaving me, even that new show America's got Talent).




7) What's a piddling few thousand lives in a Chicago skyscraper in the scheme of things?




8) The brand new New York Times Arabic edition (can you say 1.3 billion Muslims and counting?).


9) The Jooos don't control me ...... bwahahahahahaha.




10) Nothing hotter than a hottie in a burkha. Oooh baby!


Optional Extra Credit

11) Because if we don't expose effective covert anti-terror programs who will?


(By Grapthar's Hammer, you shall be avenged!).



12) Because getting a Dem in the White House in '08 is priority one.




day by day. By Chris Muir.


'International Finance and the Global War on Terror'


Wizbang! has even more. And it is not pretty.

'The New York Times, Crossing the Damn Line' The New York Times is officially out of control.


The Mudville Gazette/Dawn Patrol


1:00 p.m.

Klinghoffer is a bit more polite in words, but no less firm.

NYT REVELATIONS HELP BUSH; HURT US WAR ON TERROR

Spelling things out in a clear fashion. The NYT's usurping the duly elected government of these United States of America, in a time of war. Will not help their fifth column march upon the White House. And will only aid our mortal enemies. I'd suggest the leetle beeches at the Times read it. But even in it's clarity, I believe it is far beyond their grasp. Recommended (via http://www.iris.org.il/blog/).

One Hundred Most Perfect Moments

An ongoing series of indeterminate length and interval, recalling moments of true joy or beauty. In the up (and down) life of a middle aged neocon blogger. Brought about by recent events in the atomic world. And the dismal state of thought in the media, and the left blogosphere.

An my overwhelming revulsion at the stench thereof. Bill Keller, editor of the NYT's merrily bathing in his own shite. Or last evening, watching local news on the tele. And the ABC affiliate downplaying/soft pedaling the Sears Tower/Muslim/Al Qaeda story. Giving it token coverage, voiced with incredulous tones (I guess they would prefer an actual successful attack to report?). Or in the next minute, the local NBC affiliate, giving a step by step primer on how to attack LAX. Showing weak and vulnerable points, staffing levels, and "good" targets. Or ....... the past week spent looking, stirring through the muck that is the oceanic cesspool known as Google.

So muddled had I become in spirit yesterday, and future shocked, that I was not able to blog a single word. Merely shuffling about the net looking at stuff. Furniture, toys.

So, let us begin:

Number Ninety Nine.

As a young man of nineteen, was employed in a mid size warehouse. Busting truckloads of auto supplies. No same height loading dock, no forklift, no pallet jack. Sometimes five or more tons of batteries, battery acid, or cases of oil came off the chest high back end of a semi trailer, by hand. Weekends couldn't come quickly enough. Duded up in the lastest shimmery hang glider collar shirt, with razor creased flare pants. Disco Bob was on the prowl. Spurred on by the success of his fellow high school mates at catching, who also were benchwarmers during high school.

Anyway, already had a couple notches on my holster, and was feeling quite proud. The local spot we went scouting the horizon was called the Sugar Shack. Knocking back a thirty two ouncer (28 oz.?) before going in, to get the joints loosened. And stoke the fire of courage.

Met a nice girl there, and we dated for a while. Dinner at El Torito, or a movie in Westwood. Occasionally a cruise to the beach at County Line. One evening, while making ourseleves comfortable in my tiny studio apartment in the Valley. I was nuzzling the plane betwixt her bosom, and was instaneously rushed through space. Transported to a flowery meadow. Simply by the dash of White Shoulders perfume she had daubed there. I was no longer in my seventy dollar a month flat. No longer of this world. Just lost. Amid a field of greenery and flowers. Somewhere unknown. As if by magic.

A perfect moment.

Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream (redux)

I dreamed I got my tatt removed.

Lasered off almost instantly, and painlessly. And when the procedure was over, asked the doc what I owed him. And then the nebbish type, who really was Woody Allen, said forty seven dollars. Big spender that I am, I tip Woody three. Stuhrange to be sure ...... could have been the woman I saw at the mall yesterday? While I was picking up some tix and peeking at barware and timepieces.

She was wearing a sleeveless top, but her torso and upper arms were dripping with ink. Did I mention she was quite far along in her pregnancy?

Mine eyes .....

Pfc. Thomas L. Tucker


Pfc. Kristian Menchaca





Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

(Chorus)

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.

Chorus

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my condemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on."

Chorus

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

Chorus

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

Chorus

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.

Chorus

The Jews are Coming .... The Jews are Coming (Run Away!)

'In Wal-Mart's Home, Synagogue Signals Growth' By MICHAEL BARBARO Published: June 20, 2006 The New York Times

BENTONVILLE, Ark. — Residents of Benton County, in the northwest corner of Arkansas, are proud citizens of the Bible Belt. At last count, they filled 39 Baptist, 27 United Methodist and 20 Assembly of God churches. For decades, a local hospital has begun meetings with a reading from the New Testament and the library has featured an elaborate Christmas display.

Then the Wal-Mart Jews arrived.

Recruited from around the country as workers for Wal-Mart or one of its suppliers, hundreds of which have opened offices near the retailer's headquarters here, a growing number of Jewish families have become increasingly vocal proponents of religious neutrality in the county. They have asked school principals to rename Christmas vacation as winter break (many have) and lobbied the mayor's office to put a menorah on the town square (it did).

Wal-Mart has transformed small towns across America, but perhaps its greatest impact has been on Bentonville, where the migration of executives from cities like New York, Boston and Atlanta has turned this sedate rural community into a teeming mini-metropolis populated by Hindus, Muslims and Jews.

It is the Jews of Benton County, however, who have asserted themselves most. Two years ago, they opened the county's first synagogue and, ever since, its roughly 100 members have become eager spokesmen and women for a religion that remains a mystery to most people here.

Shortly after he moved to the area, Tom Douglass, a member of the synagogue who works in Wal-Mart's logistics department, made a presentation about Hanukkah to his son's kindergarten class. The lesson, complete with an explanation of how to play with a spinning dreidel and compete for chocolate coins, imported from New York, proved so popular that the school's librarian taped it for future classes.

For several years, many of the (members of the synagogue) had attended a small synagogue attached to the University of Arkansas, about 30 miles south of Bentonville. But the drive was long.

So in 2004, the families — most of them like-minded transplants from big cities largely in their 30's — decided it was time to create a permanent Jewish community in Benton County. They bought a former church and renamed it Congregation Etz Chaim, or Tree of Life. A dozen families quickly turned into 20 families, then 40.



Let's see now, a year ago the very same story was largely religion neutral. And you Mister Barbaro were working for the Washington Post, where it first ran. Now, you're at the NYT's and the story has been regurgitated/changed. For what purpose? To what end?

'Upscale Tastes Invade Wal-Mart's Hometown'

Migration of High-Priced Executives Transforms Arkansas County

By Michael Barbaro
Washington Post Staff Writer
Monday, June 27, 2005; Page A01

BENTONVILLE, Ark. -- Wal-Mart's folksy, baseball cap-wearing founder, Sam Walton, so despised public displays of wealth that, after his death in 1992, the billionaire's heirs decided to enshrine his prized possession, a battered Ford pickup, behind a simple storefront on the town square here.

But Walton's spirit of restraint is harder to find next door to the museum at Fusion, a new fine-arts gallery that sells $2,500 abstract paintings and $1,200 urns. Or at the nearby Landers Hummer dealership, crowded with $62,000 sport-utility trucks. Or inside Shadow Valley, a gated community where four-bedroom houses fetch $1 million.

Benton County, Ark., once a sedate backwater, is quickly morphing into a swanky, sushi-bar-filled enclave in the middle of the Ozarks. Wal-Mart's hard-nosed tactics and revolutionary store designs have transformed communities across the country, but none more so than its own home town of Benton County, Ark.

About 2,000 vendors have opened shop in 20 office parks near Wal-Mart's headquarters. The result is an unprecedented migration of high-paid executives to the northwest corner of Arkansas -- professionals from amenity-rich cities like New York, San Francisco, Atlanta and Miami, who bring not only their six-figure salaries, but an appetite for Jaguars, sushi, pet day-care centers, Gucci shoes and Chanel sunglasses.

Wal-Mart has produced a fair share of millionaires, but Walton's rigid code of humility -- even top executives stay at a Holiday Inn when traveling on the company dime -- remains deeply ingrained in the company's culture, discouraging conspicuous consumption. Wal-Mart's suppliers, however, honor no such vow of modesty.

In Rogers, just north of Bentonville, nattily dressed executives from Kellogg Co. and Colgate-Palmolive Co. sip lattes and lunch on cold Thai salmon at the Market, a gourmet grocery store that offers sushi-making lessons. Up the street, at Murphy's Jewelry, the latest Versace fashion show flickers on a flat-panel television and $100,000 necklaces glimmer from behind a glass case.

From 1990 to 2000, Benton County's population jumped 57 percent, to 153,406 from 97,499, while the average household income rose to $40,281 from $26,021, according to census data.


I've left out any injection of snide snarkery from the body of either post. I felt that they (and the contrast) simply speak for themselves (though one could argue all the talk of "money" in the second, original story, is code? What did those Jooos do to Mr. Barbaro in the intervening year to make him come out of the closet?).



I feel dirty. I need a cigarette.


11:50 a.m.

Gawker sez Barbaro is Jewish. (And petite).

What Happened to FuckedGoogle.com?

Currently does not exist. Gone. Vanished.

A few posts on a few blogs make mention, engaging in mild questioning and a little honeyed goodbyes. Me, well ...... I'm more than concerned, perhaps alarmed. One can speculate, sure. Given the history of Google's behavior, it's not without the bounds of reason. And well one would be blind as to simply ignore or dismiss the possibility. Google's track record speaks for itself when it comes to corralling or even silencing dissent. And no I ain't speaking out my posterior orifice.

But I don't know. Do you? Doing an ever so tiny glance around the spere, looking a little below sea level. We find that they were down a minute or two in '05. Normal burps for any website sure. Whether computer, server, host, platform, or even a temporary intrusive external slap.

But this? I'm also dissappointed there isn't a greater hue and cry to be heard. Mostly a roaring silence. Insincerity. Sites once linking/discussing/commenting about the site or its posts/content. Now quiet. A whole lot of nothing.

A few of the sites purporting to engage in a discussion of the question at hand, are not providing the answers that I'm looking for. I can't glean meaning or pattern from the granules. And yet a few others have questioned the motive/intent of those sites. It's beyond me.


FuckedGoogle.com is famous for its Google-busting bunker bombs that saved the worldwide web from rampant fraud.

The administrator of that site helped the world to learn about billions of dollars of fraud on the web, perpetrated by Google and its hired horde of crooks. Wrote the administrator, "As my gift to all of you, I shall annihilate Google, using damning evidence that I will publish June 16, 2006, at this very website. This event will shake the world and live in history evermore."

On June 16, 2006, at the appointed hour, thousands of people, including the press, scurried to be the first to read the damning evidence. On June 16, 2006, at the appointed hour, FuckedGoogle.com disappeared -- that history making website was deleted. Thousands of people, including the press, were mystified and dismayed.

Had admin been murdered? Had there been foul play? Had Google somehow corrupted admin with bribery or extortion?


And this one, taking the exact same name of the departed: Fuckedgoogle. Began appearing on Blogspot just a couple of days ago. While running Google AdSense no less!

This site is not sponsored or endorsed by Google in any way, nor do I cliam to be the "real" admin.


So far, this seems to be the only clear, coherent, and sincere discussion going. [Possibly we'll do some more scouting around tomorrow or the day after. No promises (Elmo, the A.D.D. blogger :-)].

Admin, admin, where art thou?

"admin", author of fuckedgoogle.com, where art thou? I spent hours searching for you last night in Google (editor: snicker) after learning your site was gone, but the best I could come up with were caches of recent posts.


And so it goes ........


Tuesday, 10:00 a.m.

iMnotmarah has some very solid and worthwhile updates to her previous post.
Doing some righteous old school blogging. The kind that first endeared the blogosphere to many.


Sadly, this little YouTube one minute twenty second vid, reminds me of the closing moments of The Truman Show. Wherein parking lot attendant A, sez to attendant B. At the very end of the warm fuzzy that was: What do you want to watch? And B replies: I don't know, what do you want to watch?


Thursday, June 22, 9:35 a.m.

iMnotmarah has a new post up [run ..... don't walk (spectacular blogging)].

'The news admin never published'.

I'm loathe to post a comment in her blog, in response. Until I can ascertain the publicity of my email address (which thus far, I have not been able to do on the WordPress platform, after creating a new user I.D.). So, it appears here (with honest regret) ......

Comment:

It is entirely within the realm of possibilty that Admin is true to his own heart, a genuine free spirit. Not giving a good gosh darn about rigid formal propriety. Seeing no crime committed in departing. Even taking some humor in the drama. If true, good for him.

If not, then speculation can run many avenues. Enough people besides Google disliked him, and are still disparaging him this very minute on various forums. Proud little weenie waggers they are, the lot of 'em. Living in worlds so tiny that taking him down would produce an orgasm that would last a lifetime entire.

Illicit corportate skullduggery (?), always a possibility, as I've said before. Unseen/unknown legal maneuvering? I'm not qualified to say. I do think it fair to say that his detractors are all walking around pitching leetle tents, in their leetle pants.

I'm still very surprised at the dearth of commentary. And disheartened. The near total lack of blogs speaking up is easy to dismiss as cowardice. But they (perhaps even Admin), could be practicing self preservation, in the real world? The atomic one. Afraid of Google. Home and hearth do trump all after all.

Wherever Admin may be, his spirit is safe with you iMnotmarah.

Regards, Elmo.

Got a Call From a Friend of Mine in Hell

We chatted for a little while yesterday, and reminisced about old times. He said that things are still warm there. After a bit I mentioned Zarqawi, and asked him if he'd seen him around or heard anything. He said no, that Hell's a pretty big place. But that he could take a peek on the intranet if I wanted, and maybe there'd be something there? Sure enough, he managed to come up with the work assignments. I asked him about that ...... were they random, or were they assigned? He said both, depending on the individual. And that sometimes the jobs are selected for that "extra special Hell."

So I said out with it ....... what's Zarq's job? So he tells me that Zarqawi has a job as a lounge singer, at the Ramada Inn, in downtown Inferno City. Cool sez I, maybe if he has a chance, could he go check out a show for me? He said sure, no problemo, but that he had just heard a rumour while we were talking, and that there might be an mp3 already circulating. Of a bootleg recording from his show the previous night. He was able to lasso the link, and I just thought I'd share it with ya this fine Sunday morning.


Enjoy

It's possible/likely the clip may/will default to non operation, in which case go here to the home page, and scroll ...... select/click: Classic Clips, Ring of Fire.

Most assuredly will put a lovely smile on your face.




Wizbang!s Carnival of the Trackbacks LXXIII

"A New Direction for America"

Democrats Unveil New Domestic Agenda

Washington, June 16, 2006 — On the same day the House voted in a nonbinding resolution to essentially stay the course in Iraq, Democratic leaders from on Capitol Hill unveiled a new domestic agenda under the slogan "A New Direction for America."





"New Direction" replaces their old slogan "We can't do it better." And focuses on raising the minimum wage and lowering health care standards. While at the same time including access to low cost dental bling. "We want to lock up the urban vote" said Nancy Pelosi. "Those that aren't in lock up anyway ..... and well, we're working on that too."

Democratic leaders said they would pay for these programs by increasing the cost of gasoline to individuals, and increasing costs for big business as well. The agenda, announced today by Reid, Durbin, and Pelosi, is entirely domestic though it is modeled on foreign commie type governments.

The Democrats still have no party agenda on Iraq, though the war did figure into the "New Direction" press conference. Taking questions from reporters, Democratic leaders spent more time talking about Iraq than they did about their new (same as the old) agenda .

To wit, the death of Zarqawi, Pelosi: "decapitation is not the end of a movement, just the end of some stupid mofo who doesn't know that Islam is the religion of peace." Democratic leaders seem to disagree on what the country should do in Iraq. Reid said: "Where's the plan Stan?" His voice raised.





But Pelosi was in agreement with Democratic representative Jack Murtha, who called for the pullout of American troops back in November 2005. "It's time for a new direction in Iraq." she said. "Run away, run away is the direction we should be going. And well our operational political template: 'Going round in circles', is different from the Republicans too."





Pelosi went on further: "We're going to target all of the disenfranchised voters, the ones who eat at independent restaurants not part of a national chain."








Howard Dean, in a lighter momment said: "Me and Olberman are gonna feed that Malkin b*tch to the sharks ..... ummm I mean fishes. No, alligators. Yeah, alligators. Of course I'm joking" he added.








"We ain' a jusss whistleeeng past the graveyard, no Sirree Bob. We mean bidness, serious dookie." Concluded Howdy Doodie.



Wizbang!s Carnival of the Trackbacks LXXIII

The Mudville Gazette's Open Post

The 100 Most Stupid Things I've Ever Done

Haven't been sleeping well the past week. Getting to sleep O.K., but waking after four hours and unable to return. I'm not too worried (about the sleep). And I'm most certainly not about to join the zombiens (Ambien). No matter.

Presented for your amusement, an ongoing series of indeterminate length and interval. Inspired by an event (presented below), that first occured some twenty years ago. Starting with:


Number Ninety Nine

Was living in the then oft referred to central coast resort town. Noon, and on my mountain bike (fitted with Michelin foldable slicks), headed to the pool for my daily couple thousand meters. Beautiful bright blue sunny day. At the time there were three different ways to get there, even though I lived only a mile away from the fifty meter fountain of endorphins. Depending on a number of factors.

That day I crossed the highway, only to be held up by the Amtrak stopped at the downtown station. I sat, I waited (no way to go around). Eventually the train pulled out of the station heading north. I jumped on the pedals, wound up the crank, and slipped around the still down crossing gate. Only to be blasted by the 130 decibel airhorn of a southbound freight, on the second track. Which was visually and sonically masked by the northbound train.

The locomotive was maybe a hundred feet away, and fortunately not travelling too fast. But the horn nearly froze me. My momentum carried me across the second track with room to spare. But it was hard to believe how stupid I was. Inspiring the notion of writing a book with the title: The One Hundred Most Stupid Thing's I've Ever Done. I'm lazy, likely will never write any books. So, this post, in this blog, will have to do. And ...... I'm not a hundred precent sure I can scrounge up a hundred episodes [but we'll see].

:-)



The Mudville Gazette's Open Post

Thursday

Another Bushco plot?

'Insider trading conviction of Soros is upheld'

PARIS The highest court in France on Wednesday rejected a bid by George Soros, the billionaire investor, to overturn a conviction for insider trading in a case dating back nearly 20 years. The panel, the Cour de Cassation, upheld the conviction of Soros, 75, an American citizen, for buying and selling Société Générale shares in 1988 after receiving (insider) information.



I'm a liberal I'm O.K. ....... listens to me iPod all night, all day.

iPod 'slave' claims investigated

Apple is investigating a newspaper report that staff in some of its Chinese iPod factories work long hours for low pay and in "slave" conditions. The article in the Mail on Sunday alleged that workers received as little as £27 a month, doing 15-hour shifts making the iconic mp3 player. Employees at the factory lived in dormitories housing 100 people and outsiders were banned, the paper said.



Did a meteor kill the dinosaurs? Well we all assume that they, the dinos were stupid. And if it weren't a meteor, likely they would have never evolved a thumb. Whither goes the music industry?

RIAA Says No Dancing To Music On YouTube

RIAA is apparently sending out cease-and-desist letters to YouTube users who dare to put up videos of things such as themselves dancing to music they haven't licensed.



Ever wonder why the service at Home Depot is so bad? I don't, I just accept it. I don't like it, but I do accept it.

'Drug caches found in Home Depot vanities'

A contractor late last week discovered two 50-pound "bricks" of marijuana wrapped in plastic bags inside a bathroom vanity he had purchased at a Home Depot store in Tewksbury, said Chief of Detectives Lt. Dennis Peterson. Similar incidents have occurred in other parts of the state.

A plumber purchased a vanity in western Massachusetts on Monday in which he later found 3 kilograms of cocaine and around 40 pounds of marijuana, according to the Southwick Police Department.



How I love Google, let me count the ways.



Can you say Titanic? Sure you can little blog reader, sure you can.



Dueling headlines

Hawking: Humans Must Spread Out in Space

Space Shuttle Crew Arrives in Florida


4:50 p.m.

Devolution in realtime.

BASKING RIDGE, N.J. - Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) unveiling a certification program for ring tones that meet the Multi- Platinum, Platinum and Gold guidelines.

The following songs meet the certification standards set forth today by the RIAA for Gold (500,000 downloads), Platinum (1 million downloads) and Multi-Platinum (starting at 2 million and following in increments of 1 million thereafter) achievement ......


Friday, 4:00 a.m.

Just say no to dig (ital).

'The iPod that let's you roll with it'

Combining a portable music player and a toilet paper dispenser. The device - called an iCarta - makes it easier for people to listen to beats while using the bathroom. It is designed, according to the manufacturer, to "enhance your experience in the smallest room". The gadget costs around $99.

We couldn't have fewer readers if we tried.

Yeah, we had a couple of peaks over the last month with daily readership in the hundreds. Aggregation links from posts (Topix above the fold, and Technorati as well). But this and the past week pretty sorry. If you're here, give yourself a pat on the back. We don't enable entry to our Site Meter stats cuz then a lot of people's privacy would be violated. We will say that as of this second we've had 13,673 uniques since opening day, and 32,380 page views. So, what's your point Elmo? Ummmm, don't have one. Ooops :-)

But we won't let that stop us from rambling on ..... or as Steve Martin said: I'm a ramblin' guy (man). Quite an incedible week for news, and watchers of the media. Outlets stumbling over themselves to praise the left, denigrate Bush or our soldiers, or paint Israel as the second coming of the Third Reich. Amazing really. In the case of the BBC, simply on the air unaware. Now not even bothering to mask their disgust. Quite sickening. And yet they haven't a single clue, not a one.

ABC last night covering Bush's waltz into Iraq nicely, but then unable to contain themselves another minute. Finishing the story with an added little bit of editorial at the end, that stood out like a sore thumb. Somehow they must rationalize their failing as a presenter of news? No longer being such. Perhaps they are of the belief they've been ordained. Charged with the holy task of saving the world, and saving us from ourselves. It's just too easy to call them stupid. And yet .....

I don't know why I'm here, I just am. I do know that my journey is nowhere near complete. And even that I've undertaken some new beginnings. Where I'll end up? How this part of it goes?

Yearly Pus

The new annual gathering of the Left, from/by Markos Moulitsas, of the Daily Kos.

Damn, I missed it. All Dem Libz was in Vegas, taking their johnsons for a stroll. And bifurcating their regurgitation for MSM. And son of a gun, I wasn't there. Ain' dat a mofo. Crowning thorns? The Washington Post, NYT's, CNN all tripping over themselves in pronouncement of the second coming of hey seus chreest (missed that too).

Will I go next year? Well, I'm not a Lib, and barely a blogger. And Vegas? If I'm not there for business, why bother. Or ..... as Hill St. Blues' Lt. Hunter said: 'judas priest man, take ten dollars from your left pocket. And put it in your right.'


Speaking of monkeys ...... Super Hairy & Hot Alyssa Milano @ 2006 Grammys After-Party. Reminds me of a clerk, that used to work at Thrifty's on State St. in S.B. (before the mall). Mary, her arms were covered in mat, and the mustache was hard to ignore too. Yep, when going through checkout, the internal dialogue was: Hairy Mary (aren't you glad you stopped by today?).


And ...... as long as we are on the subject of monkeys, I'll bring you the latest from those drunken ones over at CBS.

Poll: Zarqawi Death Has Little Impact
Most Americans Still Say War's Going Badly; Bush's Ratings Remain Low

(CBS) The death of Abu Musab al-Zarqawi has done little to improve views of how things are going for the U.S. in Iraq or boost President Bush's approval ratings, a CBS News poll finds.

Just say no to public autosexuality little cowboy, just say no.


10:00 a.m.

Another Bushco secret plot .....

President Bush's trip kept secret, aimed at bolstering new Baghdad government.

BAGHDAD, Iraq - President Bush assured Iraqis in a surprise visit to Baghdad on Tuesday that the U.S. stands with them and “the future of your country is in your hands. I’ve come to not only look you in the eye,” Bush told Iraqi Prime Minister al-Maliki. “I also come to tell you that when America gives its word, it keeps its word."



There there little liberal ...... such a ruckus. Momma says it's going to be alright.

Things You Don't See Very Often

1) Large ferocious cats on leashes, with spiked collars.

2) Albino game show hosts.

3) Hybrid powered Corvettes.

4) Martians.

5) Yugo's (though I did see a Pinto the other day at WalliMart).

6) Gay gangsta rappers.

7) Elmo reading the NYT's in a Paris cafe, while wearing a kaffiyeh.

8) Taco Bell serving wine.

9) Michael Moore eating a salad.

10) Alec Baldwin living in Canada.

12) The Palestininans actually doing the right thing.

13) Iran actually telling the truth.

14) Someone coming up with a better name for a blog than Brain Surgery with Spoons.

15) Elmo unable to come up with a caption (for this link).

Oh Mr. Demille, I'm ready for my closeup now.

5:30 a.m.

Was going through the commments in Dr. Sanity's thread (Haloscan console), and found a couple nice ones to pluck:

1) They been crying forever and a day ...... we haven't gotten OBL/ we haven't gotten Zarqawi! And now that we've gotten the dung beetle? Oh, he was small potatoes, doesn't mean anything/he worked for the C.I.A.

2) It's important that America see the pictures of the flag draped coffins of American service personel. As opposed to: what a disgrace/showing a picture of the deceased (pustule formerly known as Zarqawi).

Hope

Without it? Life becomes quite difficult. Existence, survival. Not living life, enjoying life. Breathing in its magnificence. Celebrating its majesty. I've experienced troubling times. The five years I was married to the glass pipe brought no joy. An extended trip through darkness. The two years I had debilitating knee pain, which finally was brought down after a number of procedures and operations.

Lately of course, my new tribulations. And the feeling of my world growing smaller, closing in. Sh*t, I'm forty eight. New beginnings aren't necessarily the sign posts along the way. But I'm a dumbsh*t, always believing, always hoping. Better times, better days. I'm alive, and that's a start. I'm not elated to have an electronic device sitting atop my chest, stitched into its muscles. I can feel it there, and it is strange. But I'm not going to give up. I'm going to keep taking pleasure in the simple things. Through the uncertainty, the doubt, the anxiety.

Like Iraq. To me the death of Zarqawi, on Wenesday, June 7, 2006 a landmark day. A day to note annually. To shout with true joy. A magical day. For in his demise is hope. That more than a handful of human beings still believe in right and wrong. Still believe in attempting to bail out the water that rises over the gunwale, flooding the promise of a new day.

Life has become so complex. And of course with each day that passes, ever more so. Though many things change, others will never. Evil is unaltered, and it has returned. Now. It is the duty of all who claim to be human, to fight it, to destroy it. As it always was. On Wednesday, humankind triumphed. Bringing joy, giving hope. That one day we can return to the tranquility we had known in the garden, before the insects arrived. If not for us, then for those that will follow. They will not beat us, they will not beat us down, they will never win. I have hope. And that is all, that is everything.


'No Posthumous Victory for Zarqawi'

Don't let him achieve in death what he failed to do in life. by William Kristol



Sir Basil linked with Picnic 2006-06-11: Anechoic Room says sometimes the good guys win.

Michael Berg, the Village Idiot.

Sure, yeah, a lot of my fellow bloggers are ripping Nick Berg's father a new one. And why not, such collossal idiocy is impossible to ignore. I would simply say that he is an idiot. Not one imagined, not as a slight, but real. An actual moron, a dolt. And as such, should have our pity. Doubtless he will ever change, ever understand events, his place in them.

Myself I don't want to pity him, I want to despise him. But I will extend the courtesy I give all who are less than. Those unable to comprehend, to participate as full members of our society. He has my sympathy. Glowingly a poster child for Liberals, peaceniks, and other assorted bozoid life forms. I can't help but feel sorry for him. He being typical of the all the lefty wackos inhabiting the sphere. Rest in Peace Nicholas, we'll say a prayer for your father too. G*d Bless us one, G*d Bless us all.


'Zarqawi victims' families react with satisfaction, regret'

BAGHDAD (AFP) - Families of the purported victims of Al-Qaeda's chief in
Iraq, Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, have reacted with satisfaction at the death of a "monster," but there was a lone note of regret. The father of Nick Berg said he regretted the death of his son's murderer and warned of an upsurge in violence in Iraq. "The death of every human being is a tragedy," Michael Berg, a long time anti-war activist, said in a statement.

"The death of Mr. Zarqawi means a continuation of the violence and revenge that took the life of my son," he said. "This will mean an increase in violence and resistance to the occupation of Iraq by the US military."

"Revenge is something that I do not follow, I do (not) ask for, I do not wish for against anybody," said Berg who, in an interview with CNN, repeatedly refused to voice any pleasure in Zarqawi's death. "How could a human being be glad that another human being is dead?" he asked.

"He (Zarqawi) has a family who reacts just as my family reacted when Nick was killed, and I feel badly for that," Berg said. "I feel doubly badly because Zarqawi was a political figure, and his death will re-ignite another wave of revenge."


5:20 a.m.

Why the very idea that one has to defend the smashing, the crushing into stain, that was the bug Zarqawi? What a world. That people decry his death, weld it to their politics? Insanity.

'A Good Day's Work'. Why Zarqawi's death matters. By Christopher Hitchens



If you look at this photo, and see those standing as human life forms? As having souls or spirits or any connection to human kind? Then I feel comfortable in saying I'm not interested in sharing this planet with you. Go. Leave us.


5:45 a.m.

You might want to pull on some latex, shoot even have a topical antibacterial agent handy (just in case). Before clicking over to this linked compendium of effluent gurgling out of the left's pie holes (Kos, Cole, Eschaton). From Dr. Sanity (and with a firmly tongue in cheek title):

'REACTION ON ZARQAWI'S DEMISE FROM THE REALITY-BASED COMMUNITY'


7:50 a.m.

Real mental illness is never pretty, cliches aside. And I'm ever more inclined to believe that Michael Berg is delusional, deranged. Not just lacking in discernment. A sufferer of severe mental illness, requiring clinical intervention. All joking and sarcasm aside. Pity? Perhaps I was being overly generous, ummm even touchy feely. Reading the below link, from my morning atomic paper ....... the only word that came to mind? Turd. Michael Berg is a turd. Sick, foul, disgusting. Turd.

'Berg’s father sees no good in death of al-Zarqawi' Associated Press/Randall Chase

Michael Berg:
"Zarqawi felt my son’s breath on his hand as he held the knife against his throat. Zarqawi had to look in his eyes when he did it," Berg added, pausing to collect himself. "George Bush sits there glassy-eyed in his office with pieces of paper and condemns people to death. That to me is a real terrorist."


With apologies/Sorry to ruin your breakfast or lunch, Elmo.


9:35 a.m.

The idiots have crowned their new king.

'God Bless Michael Berg'


3:45 p.m.

The downside of squishing the cockroach formerly known as Zarqawi? Thev'e got to bury what's left of his bugginess somewhere. Would have been nice if there really only was a stain left. But, we'll settle for him consciously moaning his last few breaths (poor thing).

Where they shovel that insect is anybody's guess. Me, I say a small amusement park, downtown Baghdad. Admisssion for fifty dollars includes a lovely tall chilled brewsky. And a numbered place in line, for your turn to dehydrate above his grave. Plus a souveneir t-shirt: 'I pissed on Zarq's grave and all I got was an enormous amount of satisfaction'.

I figure at fifty bucks a whizz, they could make that twenty five million dollar bounty back in the first year alone.



Outside the Beltway linked with OTB Caption Jam/Other Humor: Anechoic Room Thinks it takes a village to praise an idiot.

Merry Christmas.

Wow. To all our G.I.'s .... job well done. Spectacular. Thank You Mr. President. G*d Bless America.

What's that? Oh, I think I hear some libwuhls kwying (sniff, sniff). Hmmmm, timing? A rethuglican media plot? Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ............................











Oh no, I want it. In fact I have the perfect use for it.



Something we all wanted (well most of us anyway). Zarqawi's head ...... on a stick.



No, we didn't forget you liberals. Merry Christmas Everybody!


And a Happy New Year Too!

'Oil drops below $70 after Zarqawi death'

LONDON (Reuters) - Oil fell below $70 a barrel after U.S. aircraft killed al Qaeda's Iraq leader Abu Musab al-Zarqawi on Thursday. U.S. oil was down $1.22 at $69.60, at 1425 GMT. London Brent crude was down $1.02 at $68.17.



With a little sugar on top: 'Welcome to hell, bitch'.
From Greyhawk of course.