Saturday, January 31, 2009

Erdogan vs. Peres. A sea-change?

I don't know what to say about this yet, except that it seems to be indicative of big changes. One obvious preliminary observation that can be made, though, is that, here, the Turkish PM is righteously railing against, there, the immorality of Israeli killings. He's right, of course, but the irony is so thick you could only cut it with a nuclear-powered jack-hammer:

Thanks Armen and Ani for catching this quickly.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Rich people don't give a shit what your skin color is.

After all the pontificating today, let us, Americans all, contiuiating in the traditions of our forefathers, continuiating in the rhetoric of said, aforementioned, forefathers, let us regurgitate, erm, I mean, affirm, this fact: Rich people don't give a shit what your skin color is. RICH people don't give a SHIT what your skin color is. What they care about is whether you're rich or poor. If you're rich, it's cool; if you're poor, they will continue to FUCK you in DA ASS.

They even had a preacher say some very stirring words today. He even mentioned the "yella" people. It was ridiculous, it was a lie, it was unbelievable.

Fuck, should'a voted for Nader.

UPDATE: Fuck it all to hell. (Stupid fucking idiots going "yay" for a corporate procession. And that is what Obama's limousine cavalcade was today, a corporate procession. Locke would not condone this. Locke is the philosopher behind the American Constitution, mind you. Come to think about it, American liberal humanism is not about the exploitation of labor. And the exploitation of labor is what America has been supporting, and for a very, very long time. So, yeah--Fuck You--and George Washington is on my side.)

Monday, January 5, 2009

It's Jesus time!

Poor people: Put your ear right next to the speaker.

Rich people: Put it on Surround sound.

It's Jesus time!

Sunday, January 4, 2009


This is George Galloway skewering Norm Coleman in 2005-ish, when Coleman tried to scandalize Galloway.

Except Galloway skewered Coleman. And he wrote a book about it, too.

Mr. Galloway goes to Washington.

Now Coleman LOOSES his senator-ship. To Mr. Franken.

Bye, bye, Mr. Coleman. May you be yourself for the rest of your life.

Can't the seven talk like this?