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Archive for October 25th, 2007

Reuse, Recycle, Revile

Posted by scott on October 25th, 2007

Per Clif over at Sadly, No!, it seems that compulsive auto-Googlist Michael Fumento (whose photo of himself proudly Hasselhoffing it in a Speedo has enabled more suicides than Jack Kevorkian) is reprising his complaints about the lack of Muslim villains in Hollywood movies (and the concomitant casting of sympathetic roles with actors who can’t pass the paper bag test), this time in the NY Sun.

You may recall that Michael originally explored this theme on his blog, in a post which we talked about here, later dropping by Wo’C to spread a little cheer in the comments section (“I’ll bet you all split a gut laughing when those Twin Towers fell.”).  We dealt with his subsequent emissions here.

Note to Clif:  I suggest that you pick up the place, buy a bag of ice, and maybe put out some Chex Party Mix, some skin bronzer, and a PuPu Platter-style selection of Man-Thongs, because if history is any guide, you’re about to have company.

Oh, ICK, You Can See Her Pelvic Bone Through Her Skirt!

Posted by scott on October 25th, 2007

Several people have emailed to ask if Mary and I are being affected by the fires.  Aside from a few road closures, the intermittant rain of ash, and a dull burning in the chest after any exertion, we’re fine.  In East LA, where Mary’s school is located, they’re keeping the kids indoors during recess.  I guess, after spending millions of dollars removing asbestos from the premises, they deem it counterproductive to then blithely encourage the students to run around the playground sucking up brimstone.

Yesterday I made the mistake of walking to the bank, and on the way back my eyes were streaming, and there was a nicely banked pile of embers in my lungs — the kind of dull red radiance that would have drawn the Bobbsey Twins, after a day of tobogganing in the sharp winter air, to gather round and warm their hands over my thorax.

When I got home, I downed a glass of water over the sink and coughed up a brichet, and was about to search the web to see just how close the fires were getting, when I heard Mary shout the title phrase from another room.  And I realized the suddenly sulphuric atmosphere didn’t betoken a menacing shift in the wind-driven flames, it just meant that Ann Coulter was in town.

Naturally, I’m disappointed that I wasn’t able to attend her speech at USC — when I was a kid, that was always the big finish to Islamo-Fascism Awareness Week, then we’d get some ice cream, and my dad would put me on his shoulders to watch the fireworks — but this year, alas, it conflicted with the Amish Hot Rod Association’s annual drag race finals at California Speedway.

Thanatopical Thursday!

Posted by scott on October 25th, 2007

Have you ever had that feeling?  That…strange…feeling?

No, not that one.  And not that one either — geez, you want the cops in here?  You know the feeling I mean.  Yes, that’s the one.  But down and a little to the left…