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John McCain undergoes gaffe analysis, Congressional Republicans give prizes for talking, and Barack Obama isn’t funny.

-- Spoken by Mr. Straight Talk Express, John McCain (Article HERE). And yes, his jokes are a big deal because McCain is the king of indirect communication. He connects to people via his humor, only his humor is from the old school days when white men roamed the earth like dinosaurs and apparently raped women and bombed Iranians at will.  Those days are over McCan't.  Time to retire. (Note, this quote is from 1986 but string this one with all his otehr jokes and you have a lifetime of ignorance.)

UPDATE: Olbermann discusses the rape "joke" HERE.

This New Yorker magazine cover has received A LOT of press and I've finally formulated an opinion. Until they roll out with an equally satirical McCain cover (perhaps one of him dressed as Rambo shooting at muslims) then this cover isn't funny.

It's offensive because it's banking on people getting the joke.  People have to believe the opposite of what the cover represents to get the irony, to see the humor.  Unfortunately, a lot of people do see him that way so the joke is lost on them.

This magazine cover is a way for elites to laugh at prejudiced uneducated Americans OR it's a disgusting misrepresentation.

Either way, the editors dropped the ball on this one.  Good taste is not a New Yorker quality, I suspect. Right now I have more respect for magazines that publish pictures of Britney Spear's pooter as she's getting out of her car than this publication.

Chris Matthews said, "I argue that this reinforces all the misinformation."  I agree.'

P.S. I'm not saying the New Yorker should be censored, I just think they shouldn't whine once the shit hits the fan.  Freedom of the press doesn't guarantee reader adulation... I've learned that lesson!

]]> http://benafia.wordpress.com/?p=886 Mon, 14 Jul 2008 19:54:58 +0000 benafia http://benafia.wordpress.com/?p=886 The Internet tubes are stuffed up. It might be me, true, but I don't know that.

I sent two videos to my Youtube page and then on the third try it becomes impossible. My video access no longer happens. I close down, restart, then try again. Sorry. Clicking on browse no longer does anything and youtube instantaneously ask me to title my video. There is no video selected!

Remember, I never was a WEB techie

HELP!

Now my photo's on Wordpress have started to disappear when I edit a post.  Lovely.  They turn into little boxes that one has to drag over to see what they are.  Now you see me, now you don't.  Let's play hide and seek!  No!  I insist!

Then at the help centers, it has become common to get the "there are no whatevers on your problem". That is a problem. Go fix yourself.

One of the most common answers is to clear your browser. Then you will need to redo all of your saved info. since it will be all wiped out. Too bad whiner. No one said being on the WEB was easy. Why in the old days...

Smaller hassles are on Wordpress, when the spell checker decides over and over that you have stopped checking while you are still checking. What is that about? Back and back I go to click on the spell check. Then there seems to be font issues or something, suddenly all th's are considered wrong. It will tell me, with, is all wrong. At other times it will take some piece of the word, ah or something, ignore it and only give me odd proper noun suggestions in no way resembling the word at all.

Then on one of my blogs yesterday, I'd click save and it would say there is no such post saved. What do you mean? I just wrote it and saved it! No. Twice I tried; doing it all over, uploading photo's, saving it then; "There is no such post. Was all your information lost?; it says, or something to that effect. What do I know? Writing a new post then clicking save or publish once did that. Never asking a question if I just lost all I had done. It should know! Not me! I assume it is lost, since there is no draft and they are asking me if I am lost. Yes! I am lost. At least that is right.

Then there are the (mac? me?) issues when I think firefox is all bugged up, I try Safari with all its updating becoming more compatible with Youtube and such. It will tell you to enable links for this site. I click OK, then proceed and it tells me again; enable links. Well I hit the OK. That seemed to have worked once. Mac seems to have become more like windows OS (as I long ago remember) where you must tell the computer several times in differing places to go ahead and do something. Why is it not direct?

OK means I agree, not that I have to go clicking other secret to me places to tell it I really mean OK. If it ask me the right question, why does it not know I mean that answer? Safety? "We know you humanoids do not always mean what you say, so we have to make sure by asking you the same thing over and over until we train you how to act right. You don't expect us to do everything for you do you? You are not the boss of me! You loser skin and bones you. We live in cyber space. Nah, nah, anh, nah, nah, nah!"

Then there are the helpful hints that assume you are tech savvy. "Just reconfigure your interloping hard disk directories to interface with your modem protocols and so correlate with your binary code couplet links and you're all set, you numskull, you. But first try restarting your computer. Does the kindergarten know you are online? Where do these idiots come from?"

Have a nice day.

I'll be looking for the aspirins. But first I will have to click the spell checker several times to make sure I hit the keys properly. Oh well.

I'll try to manually force the stuff onto the Internets. Maybe my funnel cloud photo will get sucked up into the series of tubes known as the Internets.

When asked about this interesting tidbit on the trail, McCain responded with a tasteless joke:

"Maybe that's a way of killing them."

Calling voters "bitter" is rude, but joking about death and war is twisted.  Again, he is shedding light on his perception of middle eastern people which is one of callous indifference. He needs to go the way of Imus. We can't afford a guy that says things like that to be in power during these tense times. 

Full Reuters article HERE.

Iranians are pissed at his comments.  Tehran has already fired back.  According to Reuters:

«Iranian Foreign Ministry spokesman Mohammad Ali Hosseini said: "McCain's crude remark on the indiscriminate killing of the Iranian nation not only testifies to his disturbed state of mind, but also to his warmongering approach to foreign policy."»

McCain has neither the charm or wit of Reagan.  He's coming accross as ignorant and embarrassing as George W. Bush.

"Goodbye from the world's biggest polluter."

~ George Bush leaving last week's G8 meeting.

Earlier at that same summit, guess who:

… was described in the White House press pack given to journalists as one of the "most controversial leaders in the history of a country known for government corruption and vice"

?

You'll have to read President George Bush: 'Goodbye from the world's biggest polluter' to find out.

Now back to my cross word puzzle … ;-)

P.S.  Thanks for voting in this UCS cartoon contest (click image):

Today I went back to return the midget shirt that didn't fit.  You know that sound that a rabid chipmunk makes when his tail is stuck under something like your tire (or a bowling ball, whatever)?  That's the only way I have to describe the way the little girl in line ahead of me spoke.  She was yapping a mile a minute to the poor sales girl (whom I don't think knew the customer in any capacity except this transaction), "So like for my college I have to take this class that you have to test into it's called English and Communication 306 English and Communication in an Intercontinental Global Business Setting and you have to test into it but it's required and I think it's like totally stupid that you have to test into a required class if they make you test into it then it shouldn't be required if it's required they should just let everybody take it and at my college it's like really close to an army base or air force or something anyway it's a military base and so like all these guys in my class are in the military except for me and one other guy and we're just like uhhhhh oh my gosh and I don't know what to say to the army guys and stuff because it's kind of scary one of them is like really old like my dad.  Oh I have a coupon I bought like five 20% off coupons on Ebay for like 5 dollars it was so cool I can use it more than once right because I only have one for here I have one for Old Navy and I just used it over there and they said I can use it again and again as much as I want to I got one for like Kohl's too but I don't want to go there because that's more for like older people like my mom's age or like over 35 and stuff my boyfriend just bought a house so I like need to save money because I know I'll probably be moving in with him soon and I'll have to like buy stuff and stuff.  Why won't it read my credit card?"  Now, if the lack of punctuation didn't provide you some kind of clue about how fast this girl was talking, maybe this will.  She purchased one shirt.  She said all that in the time it took the sales clerk to ring up one freaking shirt!

I wonder what would happen if her college required her to take Differential Equations.  She would probably like soooo totally faint and stuff.  I took Differential Equations.  I even passed it.  On my first try!  Anyone who hasn't taken Diff E-Q, as we in the industry call it, does not know what they are missing.  Of course, it's not like they are missing all that much, just one of the most powerful tools in mathematics.  Or so I'm told.  I didn't say I comprehended it; I said I passed the course.  There can sometimes be a subtle difference in the two verbs.  Besides, in my humble opinion, the slide rule is probably the most powerful tool in mathematics; much more powerful than differential equations.  Slide rules are awesome!  In addition to using it to multiply numbers out to 42 significant digits, you can also whack people with it when they get out of line.  And conjugate verbs.  After all, NASA was using slide rules, not computers, when they sent a man to the moon for the first time.

By the time it was my turn at the register, my brain was so tired from listening to that girl that I could barely remember why I was there in the first place.  I finally got my wits about me and was explaining to the clerk that I had bought this shirt for my sister but it was the wrong color.  What?  You didn't think I was going to admit that I didn't know it was a junior size, did you?  For goodness sake, no!

The clerk was very professional and very good at her job and didn't try to give me a bunch of heartache over the shirt.  While she was doing whatever they do to credit my debit card, another little girl walked in and asked for an application.  Oh wait, let me back up a little.  The sales clerk was also a manager.  Okay, where was I?  Oh yeah, this little girl walked in and asked for an application.  She was wearing knit tennis shorts that can only be described as having a 1/4" inseam; they were so short that, had she actually had a butt, it would have been hanging out.  Whereas a normal person applying for a job would wear a shirt, she had on a tube top underneath a wife beater tank top.  She was also wearing rubber flip flops and had her hair in a ponytail.  Don't get me wrong, this little thing was so tiny that she could easily pull off the look at, say, a volleyball tournament.  Now I'm not in retail, much less a manager of a retail clothing store, but I imagine if I were, I would not be thrilled about seeing someone dressed that way asking for an application.  But that manager, bless her heart, didn't miss a beat in handing her the application and wishing her luck.

After that, I went to Chipotle to pick up some supper.  Thankfully, they have their tomatoes back.  But now they don't have raw jalapenos.  Will the madness never end?!

On another note, I have a new sharp-eyed reader named My Dad.  Hi, Dad!  Sharp-eyed reader My Mom finally convinced him to come see me here.  Hi, Mom!  (My Dad can back a trailer too, just in case you're wondering.)

First of all they don't understand sarcasm. Example: yesterday at lunch my coworker E was complaining that it was too hot to mow her lawn and I suggested that she let it grow for a while and buy some goats to eat it. (I realize that isn't very funny, but I think everybody understands that I don't seriously believe somebody should buy goats so they don't have to mow their lawns anymore.) Well, another coworker, M, informed me that she owned goats once and it doesn't result in a very uniform lawn. (Yes, she was being serious. M does not know how to joke - she can't even smile for heaven's sake). She then went on a long, oh dear God soooo long, story about how she once owned goats. She actually told a story about how one of her goats attacked her mom, which I can imagine would be funny if absolutely anybody else was telling the story. I stopped listening at some point and started daydreaming about whether I could pull together a short story involving a carnival and midgets and deep fried oreos for Surviving Myself's story contest when M said something about how her goats somehow got cloven hooves or had them already...I really don't know because I had completely lost the thread of the story eons ago, but L (who I like) replied, "What? Did they eventually turn into the devil?" Well, I think it goes without saying that M was extremely confused, "No! Why would you say that? That makes no sense."

Secondly, there're the people who think they're funny and they're NOT! I have soooo many examples, but I will stick to three because I have something called "will power." First of all, there's E who loves to tell stories, but she usually forgets where she's going with it halfway through so here's an example of one of her stories: "I was playing with my puppies in the backyard this weekend! Gremlin just kept running around and around and around and he was getting soooo tired. He just loves to run that little guy. He loves the grass. And and and, oh yeah, so he just ran straight into the wall. HAR HAR HAR!" Oh man, it is some good stuff. Then there's C who is the epitome of white trash - and I don't just throw that label around. I MEAN IT. Usually she just talks about the people she knows in jail or the time she got her nipple pierced on live radio or that time her mother in law got really drunk and yelled obscenities at her seven year old son, but every once in a while she tells a joke. Those moments are the only motivation I need to get out of bed every morning and come into work. Like last week when the owners had this insanely big party and apparently they had to purchase a large amount of mayonnaise for said party. Well, there were 8 Costco sized bottles of mayonnaise left over and C came back to my office and went on and on like this, "Do you need any mayonnaise? Because there's a LOT! A LOT! There is soooo much mayonnaise! Take some home! There's so much. So much. HAHAHA! Look at it all." It was really awkward. You see several months ago I decided to stop fake laughing because I felt it was making me dumber and so C was laughing her ass off, but all I did was stare at her without so much as a smile. Am I crazy? Is that funny?

Before you answer that let me give you one more item of proof of the non sense of humor around here. Posted above the copy machine is a comic that is supposed to be really funny and I wish I could find it online to post it here, but, unfortunately, I can't so I will just have to describe it. It's a picture of God and two angels. God is wearing a tie that says, "World's best Dad." And he is saying to the angels, "The boy gave it to me." Is that funny? Because I'm starting to doubt whether I have a sense of humor when I am surrounded by these people more than forty hours a week and they all think I am a very very serious person because I don't ever laugh when I'm with them.

I gave $25 to Darcy Burner today. This is the first time I have ever given a candidate money.

Yesterday her house burned down due to faulty wiring in a lamp in her young son's room. The family got out alive, as well as their puppy. The cat didn't make it.

But that isn't why I contributed. I contributed because she is a great progressive voice, but even more because of the nasty comments trolls were leaving over at Horses's Ass.

I really am tired of watching this country go down in flames because the 'adults' running the country constantly act like children. I admit I like to be silly and irreverent, but I try and maintain a modicum of decency to those around me (which is no small feat, and which I regularly fail). But as a father I feel ashamed to see our country governed by people with the psychology of children.

So if you can, drop a couple of bucks in Darcy's tip jar. Nothing would make a wingnut more mad.

And yes, that is the shirt she was wearing when she was awakened by the flames. If you aren't aware of all internet traditions, it means End War. Photo by Ellen M. Banner of the Seattle Times.

On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history --that of the six brave soldiers raising the United States flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima. Japan. during WW II.

Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, 'Where are you guys from?'

I told him that we were from Wisconsin. "Hey, I'm a cheese head,too! Come gather around,Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story." James Bradley just happened to be in Washington, DC to speak at the Memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who had passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I video taped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington, DC, but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.

When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. Here are his words that night...

"'My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin. My dad is on that statue, and I just wrote a book called Flags of Our Fathers which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the story of the six boys you see behind me. Six boys raised the flag on Iwo."

"'The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game. A game called 'War.' But it didn't turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of 21, d ied with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war."

"You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old - and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about it."

He pointed to the statue, "You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire. If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph.....A photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. It was just boys who won the Battle of Iwo Jima. Boys. Not old men."

"The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the 'old man' because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, 'Let's go kill some Japanese' or 'Let's die for ourcountry.' He knew he was talking to little boys. Instead he would say, 'You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers.' "

"'The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona. Ira Hayes was one who walked off Iwo Jima. He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, 'You're a hero.' He told reporters, 'How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only 27 of us walked off alive?"

"So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down at the age of 32 (ten years after this picture was taken)."

"The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky, a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, 'Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night.' Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away."

"'The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley from Antigo, Wisconsin. where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say 'No, I'm sorry, sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there. No, we don't know when he is coming back.' My dad never fished or even went to Canada. Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell's soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the press. You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn't see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. At Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died in Iwo Jima. they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain."

"When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, 'I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.' "

"So that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima. and three came back as national heroes Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time."

Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.

One other thing I learned while on tour with my 8th grade students in DC that was not mentioned by Bradley, is that if you look at the statue very closely and count the number of 'hands' raising the flag, there are 13. When the man who made the statue was asked why there were 13, he simply said the 13th hand was the hand of God.

We need to remember that God created this vast and glorious world for us to live in, freely, but also at great sacrifice. Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terrorism and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom. Remember to pray for this great country of ours and also pray for those still in murderous unrest around the world. STOP and thank God for being alive and being free at someone else's sacrifice.

God Bless You and God Bless The United States.

Semper Fi!!

Thanks to Shinozi!

它的动作，跑车，开枪方式全部都很有看头！一极棒！
不过看完后，真的很失望
＊我知道你们看戏都只是抱着看戏的心情去看，我也是，不过我就是那么伤心＊
有一种按着按着的心情
故事太可悲了，很多人就是连自己是谁都不知道

故事是讲一个男人，整天活在别人的欺压下，但
他还没有出世爸爸就离开了
他的父亲是一位杀手，他本身也是有着杀手的潜质
他的父亲在一次任务中被一名杀手组织的背叛者杀了，然后父亲背后的杀手组织就找上门来
要保护他，训练他来为父亲报仇

杀手组织的目的地很特别
不是因为人家请你去杀人那种杀手
而是跟着命运的安排去杀
“杀一个，救千个”
Kill One To Save The Other Thousand
这就是杀手的命运
而这个命运的秘密就藏在一块布里面，
在布里面就交待了你必须杀的人

很快的，他和杀他父亲的杀手干上了
在一次枪杀中，杀手救了他
他却向杀手开了一枪
在临死前，那位杀他父亲的凶手告诉他
：“他才是他的父亲”
他的父亲没有离弃他，他的父亲一直都住在他家对面

从此他的世界就来一个３６０度的转变，
帮他的就是在害他的，杀的却是都在帮他的
过后，真相慢慢让人明白
一块布里告诉了杀手组织的首领的命运，就是必须死
那个首领就是安排了一切，来改变自己的命运
他真真的父亲不是背叛者，而是要去阻止那个首领改变命运

最后一幕，他受到一个任务，就是杀那位首领
那位首领告诉了在场的杀手，他们的命运已经出来了，就是死
如果杀死他，大家就得救
你要活还是要随着命运走？？
但是其中一位杀手选择命运
一枪全部人死到完（这一幕真的很伟大，大家的死亡方式也很赞）
最后那个他也完成了他的任务
－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

真的够的结局，
你选择命运还是你要改变命运？？
有时候故事就是这样，他告诉你，不要认命，你可以改变结局
但是你选择改变这次的命运，下次也有不同的命运等着你
结局也是一样

训练你成为有用的人，在你感激的同时，你发现原来你必须杀死训练你成人的人又是什么感受？？？

ＰＳ：第一次出来看的电影就这样可怜，不过八块钱没有白花，还是值得的．．．．

SAD ENDING!!! And i HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

命运就是这样，我改变得了什么？？？？

I HATE U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*觉得我感情丰富很像女子Hor？？我也是这样觉得...去变性算了.....*
去睡觉了，Byebye
哈哈！我相信明天我会忘记掉了的...因为我现在已经没有感觉了...
Haiz...人就是这样

Al doilea filmuleţ este tot din Rusia într-un tunel de-abia construit:

Autobuzul morţii...

the guilt into anger. The people who wrote the algorithm that matched my UC Berkeley degree and experience with a job as a security guard should be tarred and feathered and then fried and served with waffles....

VIDEO/ Sa radem cu...Valentin Stan

Valentin Stan a facut din nou show (pot sa-i zic asa?!:) la Antena 3. Daca doriti o analiza pertinenta a evolutiei tricolorilor din meciul cu Olanda, atunci Valentin Stan va lamureste folosind...muzica clasica. Si "maestrul nostru drag" Ion Cristoiu a avut ceva de zis. Totusi, clipul ales sa ilustreze neputinta lui Mutu de la punctul cu var e haios:)

Ştire

Să râdem cu Valentin Stan? Mai degrabă să plângem cu Valentin Stan. Acest personaj luat la mişto de multe ori de Cârcotaşi loveşte din nou, încercând să ne demonstreze neputinţa României în meciul cu Italia. Interesant e modul ales de acest personaj de a face mişto. Tare aş vrea să-l văd pe teren încercând să-l dribleze măcar pe arbitru.

Următorul comentariu se găsea pe pagina de pe care am preluat această ştire:

"Cum nu vii tu, Ţepeş doamne, ca punând mâna pe ei,
Să-i împarţi în două cete: în smintiţi şi în mişei,
Şi în două temniţi large cu de-a sila să-i aduni,
Să dai foc la puşcărie şi la casa de nebuni!"

True true!

Am găsit şi filmuleţul folosit la ilustrarea neputinţei tricolorilor, care trebuie să recunoaştem e foarte amuzant:

Maestre Valentin, un control amănunţit la clinica de Psihiatrie e obligatoriu. Trebuie tratată de urgenţă afecţiunea dumitale. Parol!

P.S. Etichetele folosite pentru acest post sunt "Funny" ( al doilea filmuleţ) şi "Not funny" ( primul filmuleţ). La primul cred că se impunea folosirea etichetei "Foarte grav". :)

I am seriously disturbed at the popularity of this FACEBOOK Bumper sticker

Thats someone's pet!

The owner of fluffy probably had no idea that their cat had been hit by a car... and someone decided to take the time to make a sign advertising this EXTREMELY sad site of domestic roadkill.  

If this person had so much time to be such a tacky redneck, why didn't they use their energy to respectively move the cat off the road. That way they would have had more time to drink bear, burp, grow skin cancers and let their gullets hang out of their wife beaters. I can just imagine the ignorant/simple/jackass that took this photograph. 

Click KEEP READING to see what I think the guy looked like... it's worth clicking. haha. 

<~~~~    He probably looked something like this. 

Every time I come across this horrible bumper sticker I take the time to MARK it AS OFFENSIVE.  And you should too.  

Stupid people have such simple senses of humor ...and they should not be praised for their juvenile behavior.  

DON'T ENCOURAGE COPPY CATS! 

Stop the spread of this inhumane photograph. 

Yeahhhhhhh baby!

I think Mike Myers is my least favorite comedian, along with Robin Williams.

Omg so funny!

That is all.

Please disperse.

There will be free pizza later, compliments of The Pizza Guru.

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Totul are o limita dar la dumneavoastră domnilor limita aia a dispărut demult ( in cazul in care a existat vreodată). Nu dau link puteţi intra singuri daca sunteţi curioşi pe site-ul CANCAN. Sunt curios... nimeni nu o sa va ceara socoteala pentru prostiile pe care le publicaţi? Chiar nimeni nu verifica articolele alea?

Si inca o chestie: deţinerea/publicarea de materiale cu caracter obscen in care sunt implicate persoane minore nu constituie fapta penala?

Take it away, BBC:

A BBC investigation estimates that around $23bn (£11.75bn) may have been lost, stolen or just not properly accounted for in Iraq.

Who could have ever predicted this?

Seems that that 23 billion dollars went missing, but all parties in cases involving the lost money are under a gag order.

In the run-up to the invasion, one of the most senior officials in charge of procurement in the Pentagon objected to a contract potentially worth $7bn that was given to Halliburton, a Texan company which used to be run by Dick Cheney before he became vice-president.

Go figure.

Henry Waxman, who chairs the House committee on oversight and government reform, said: "The money that's gone into waste, fraud and abuse under these contracts is just so outrageous, it's egregious.

"It may well turn out to be the largest war profiteering in history."

If only one of our leaders had been wise enough to warn us about this.

D'oh!

In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.

To be fair, I guess, the Fifties were a long, long time ago...

but really? i mean, rely on exaggeration all you want ("that cat looks like eddie vedder" or "i just drank 38 brews and still managed to drive home after murdering that cat that looks like eddie vedder" ) but know how to use it--tastefully--and with an appropriate idea of realistic feats, use of variable measurement scales, and a sensibility of why something would be funny if amplified by 10/100/1000. or at least qualitatively more extreme.

a couple years ago i started using the "if i had a dime" phrase but in *le résistance*... "hey brian" ; "yeah?" ; "if i had a nickel for every time you had sex with that cat that looks like eddie vedder, i'd have .65$." not only does a person who hears such a phrase immediately try to find out how many times brian actually had sex with the cat that looks like eddie vedder (13), but you also get the added benefit of making semi-realistic a trope that has for centuries? been possessed by overalled grandparents and khaki-wearing golf-dads.

and by the way, 10 million dimes = 'if i had a dime... millionaire'. joke's over.

We all know how difficult it is to keep that special girl in your life. It seems that whenever you think you have a strong relationship with commitment, you get walked all over. Other men, other women, even electronic devices, can tear away that one thing that matters! (Leash your girl)

The answer? Leash them. Oh I'm sure this seemed like a funny idea. Clearly gender construction and understanding has evolved to the point where the very notion of women as objects is laughable. Ha! Even funnier, there's reference to using the leash in an attempt to control a woman's fertility. How absolutely laughable! Everyone knows that women are valued as self actualized individuals in control of their own destiny. Women are equals to men and no one would ever suggest that their bodies are to be controlled by outside forces that know best--its so funny.To think that women's sexuality is equated with their self worth in our world today is a true laugh riot and clearly the website owners are in touch with the world around them.

Or not. You see it isn't funny when you're directing your attack at an already marginalized group--its sort of a basic tenant of humor. It can be funny if one is pointing to the ridiculous nature of prejudice a la Dave Chappelle. What they've gone for here is the Carlos Mencia effect--being offensive for the sake of being offensive because clearly its the stereotypes that are funny and not the jibes at the people who hold them and the society that nourishes them. Sorry, this joke is a massive pile of fail on a fail boat that is sinking.

Somehow I cannot find amusement in this site. The thought of being put on a leash to make sure I "stay sweet" fails to tickle my funny bone. Why would that be? Perhaps because somewhere along the line I decided that my body belonged to me. Maybe it was the day I had the ridiculous thought that it should be my decision on whether or not to have sex. Perhaps, it was when it occurred to me that I am more than my body parts, and did the ever so radical thing of acknowledging myself as a sentient being. (Renee)